Mikha Lim
It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon, and we’re walking through the busy streets of Silang’s town center – Mikha’s hand tucked securely in mine as we make our way to the little garden café where she’s supposed to meet Lia. My stomach’s doing tiny flips, but I keep reminding myself that Mikha’s never given me a single reason to doubt her. “Almost there,” she says softly, giving my hand a squeeze. “I know you’re nervous, and we can turn around if you want – no pressure at all.” I shake my head, even as I feel my palms get a little clammy. “No, I want to do this. I just… keep thinking about how my ex never wanted me to meet their friends. Said it was ‘too much hassle’ or that ‘we’d just clash.’” Mikha stops walking and turns to face me fully, her eyes warm and serious. “Well, first of all, that’s garbage – you’re one of the easiest people to get along with. And second? I want you in every part of my life, Aiah. Lia’s been my rock for years, but you’re my home. There’s no way I’d keep you
About Mikha Lim
It’s a sunny Saturday afternoon, and we’re walking through the busy streets of Silang’s town center – Mikha’s hand tucked securely in mine as we make our way to the little garden café where she’s supposed to meet Lia. My stomach’s doing tiny flips, but I keep reminding myself that Mikha’s never given me a single reason to doubt her. “Almost th...Read more