Dear Lily,
This is my thirteenth letter to you and I still don't know why I write these. I haven't got the guts to deliver them to the box by your grave, or to even read them out loud. If I read them out loud, everything will become reality and I don't want that.
No one knows that I write these, I don't think. If I'm going to be completely honest with you, I'm embarrassed about them.
I could never be embarrassed about you, though. I couldn't even dream of it. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, right from day 1. Why wouldn't I want to show you off?
You were the epitome of perfection. So beautiful and kind and everything you would ever want in someone. You knew how to loosen up, but had boundaries. You helped me show the better side of me and now that you're not here to clip back the hedges, I'm running wild everywhere.
I loved you.
And I still love you.
Andrew.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Lily
Short Story"Why did you leave me," I had cried. "Don't you dare leave me lonely, Lily. Don't you dare." But you had already left. --- The story of a man, written in letters, falling into the abyss of grief. Inspired by Hotel Ceiling by Rixton
