Letters to Lilith

I sat down to write a letter to someone, a girl, i had barely known for a week. Would i give it to her? I highly doubted it, i hadn't even spoken to her much. I had always refused to ever like/love/date someone, i had my reasons of course, but now I just had so many unexplained feelings and this was the only way that i could think of letting them out. I didn't understand why i felt an immense attraction to her, yes romantically, and i also didn't understand how she left me in awe everyday. She was gorgeous, unlike anything i had ever seen. Everyone has their own "kind" of perfection and it was quickly made clear to me that she was mine- even if i didn't particularly want her to be.

I sat at my desk unsure of where to begin. Writing had never been my strong suit, but it had always been a way i could express myself without any sort of judgement. I stared at the blank, stark white sheet of paper before me trying to plan a structured way of writing this, as if it really mattered. After a bit longer of looking blankly at the sheet not knowing which way to write it, trust me i thought of at least ten, i decided to just do it freehanded. I set my pen to the paper and watched as the ink spilled out onto the paper almost effortlessly.

Lilith,

I’m going to divulge something to you that I have yet to tell anyone. I trust that you will keep this to yourself; that is if you ever get this. A long time ago…