Lilly's Letter, Page 1

I have to admit, I had never felt this way about woman before. She had a...a grace. Before I had ever spoken to her, I only watched her from a distance. I was in-thralled by the way she spoke with people. She always used a tenderness with them; knowing exactly what they needed from her. If they needed her joy, she gave it. If they needed her strength, she gave it. I needed to talk to her; I needed to be with her. So I walked up to her; just like that. I smiled at her, introduced myself, and I knew nothing would be the same.

I remember one night she was looking for a ride home, and I quickly rose to the occasion. I wanted to offer her something; anything. Even if it was only a ride. When I offered it, she looked surprised, and then her features softened and she smiled at me. Oh man...that smile; I could have had love stamped on my forehead. I lead her to my car, and she got in. "Thank you, David." She said to me. To have her thankful to me was something I learned I would want more of in the future. "No problem, Lilly. I couldn't leave you stranded at the park." So we set off.

She told me about her family, her passions, her excitements. It made me want to be a man even more. She was a real woman. She knew who she was, where she came from, and who she belonged to. She knew her identity. And because of that, being with her, I could be a man when she needed me to be. If you've never looked into the eyes of a real woman who offers love so gently, then you've never experienced that feeling of warmth; like you're excepted for who you are. She excepted me, and encouraged me to give strength. It was a friendship I could never imagine letting go. Sadly, one day, I would have to let her go.