Myka smiled and almost laughed. “Vincent reminded you of that? Helena, your relationships in the past more likely didn’t succeed because, well, look,” Myka waved a hand wide, hoping maybe she caught Ghost Vincent in her sweep, “at the caliber of men you had to pick from. Victorian men are not the paradigms of egalitarian understanding. I don’t believe you could ever stay in a relationship where you were made to feel inferior. And it’s not like you could have had an open relationship with a woman back then. Secrecy always takes a toll.”
The moment of levity over, she adopted a more serious tone. “Love is scary, and that’s okay. That’s what communication is for. We tell each other how we’re doing each step of the way. Things are different this time around. You can tell me if you need to talk, about anything, and I’ll listen. If a problem comes up, we’ll work through it. If we’re doing that, then I can already say, hands down, you are a far better person than anyone I dated in college.”
She gave Helena’s hand a gentle squeeze. “I thought we already established you are good enough for love?”