I think Dee loves me. I try to find out in sneaky ways, but I'm probably obvious about it. When we write to each other, it's as if we say that we love each other. The actual words aren't really necessary.
She likes our arrangement, though. The fact that we live three thousand miles away from each other and will likely never meet is a sort of protection against ruining what we have. I don't know that she's wrong to like it. I probably would ruin it if we had anything more.
I am ruining what I have with Lor on a daily basis. Some days, I don't know if it's entirely unintentional. I need to be a better person to her. She's good to me.
I asked Dee today whether she minds the fact that I keep our friendship secret. She said that she sees herself remaining happy about it for the foreseeable future. I was both disappointed by her answer and glad at the same time.
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