The Beginning
Dear Lily,
As I sit here, pen in hand, I find myself reaching out to you once again. The ache of your absence hasn’t lessened with time; if anything, it’s become a companion, a constant reminder of what I’ve lost and what I still long to share with you.
Tonight, as the world outside grows quiet, my thoughts drift back to our conversations—the ones that filled the air with laughter or held the weight of our deepest fears. You were always the one who understood, who knew without needing me to explain. I miss that understanding, that ease of being with someone who saw me for who I truly am.
Life has taken its toll, as it often does. There are days when I feel adrift, lost in a sea of uncertainties and regrets. Other days, I muster the strength to face the world, to push forward despite the heaviness in my heart. Through it all, I find solace in writing to you, as if these words can bridge the gap between us, even if only in spirit.
Our friendship was a sanctuary, a place where I could be vulnerable and true. Do you remember the summer nights we spent on the porch, chasing fireflies and dreaming of the future? Those memories are etched in my heart, guiding me through the darker days.
I want these letters to be more than just words on a page. I want them to be a testament to our friendship, to the bond that time and distance cannot sever. In sharing my thoughts with you, I hope to find clarity, to untangle the knots that have formed within me.
So here I am, pouring out my heart to you once again. I hope you can hear me, wherever you are. I hope these letters reach you in some way, offering a glimpse into my world and a reminder of the love and friendship we shared.
With love and longing,
Aideen
