Lilith was a soul with whom I connected instantly. She was always there, somehow, through the years, mostly when I needed someone just to be with. We grew up together, went to school and church together, and later, became friends.
No sex between us was ever considered, mentioned, suggested or discussed. Although we both knew it would have been transcendent.
But we never went there.
She shone from the inside out, and everything she touched was changed. She painted, and her work always made me feel things I'd never felt before. Art should move you in such ways, hers' did.
The bond we have, to this day, is unbroken by time, or events.
I loved Lilith, in a simplistic, uncomplicated and innocent way. Sweet, dear friend, Lilith.
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