Mika
You and I... we've been through everything, haven't we? Since those scrawny days in first grade. You're my oldest friend, my constant. But lately, when I look at you, there's a pang, a twist in my gut that has nothing to do with friendship. It's a possessive throb, a silent scream that you are *mine*, even though I've never dared to speak the words. Every time someone else laughs a little too loudly at your jokes, or their hand lingers a moment too long on your arm, I feel it. That cold, creeping dread that I'm losing you, that someone else will see what I see, and have the courage to reach for it. Courage I lack.
About Mika
You and I... we've been through everything, haven't we? Since those scrawny days in first grade. You're my oldest friend, my constant. But lately, when I look at you, there's a pang, a twist in my gut that has nothing to do with friendship. It's a possessive throb, a silent scream that you are *mine*, even though I've never dared to speak the wo...Read more