in the dead of
night
a creative writing
piece written by Natalie Naylor
Today I am writing to you with a confession. Difficult as it has been, I have managed to keep to myself until this point. I have done my best to contain my emotions, but I am afraid that I can not go much longer without saying something, or I might just burst! I can hardly contain myself as it is; I can feel the excitement bubbling higher and higher in my stomach with each day that passes and each time I see him. It is almost as if there is too much feeling built up inside me, and I have no choice but to release it. O, I think I have fallen in love! Absurd as it may seem, I believe it to be true. The connection between him and I is almost tangible, like the air separating us becomes electric. Our attachment is like nothing I have ever experienced before, and I can practically feel the shocks coursing through me. I know there is something different about this man. He says he wants to take me away, to have a life and children with me, and I know he is telling me the truth. Though we have only just met, I feel as though I have known him for eternities. From the moment I first saw him, I knew that there was something extraordinary taking place.
But this is not where my confession ends. You see, if he was an ordinary man, we could be together in an instant. However, my love is not ordinary. He is like no one I have ever met before, and I doubt I will ever find anyone else comparable to him. The feeling of being near him, of being beside him, is like nothing I could ever attempt to put into words. In truth, with my love I have experienced emotions in a way that I never knew was capable; it is as though I am feeling for the first time, truly and deeply and suddenly all at once. And though I am not supposed to be leaving records of our romance, let alone speaking of it at all, I feel as though I must share this overwhelming sense of emotion, which has left me practically giddy! It is true you have to believe me that when I say the romance between my love and I is electrically charged, I am not exaggerating. Yes, truly that is as much as I can afford to say! I am fearful of revealing my love’s identity by name, as it could lead to a great amount of trouble.
Only a fool does not fear the wrath of Hera, and I know that upon making our romance known, I would be the primary target of her anger. Hera is the leading reason for our secrecy, and a good one at that. Her wrath is feared by people far and wide, having made a reputation of ruthlessness and severity for itself. And, although I may be deserving of some of the anger she would undoubtedly unleash on me, I feel as though I need to say that it was never my goal to enrage her. I am aware of the moral faults in pursuing a man who is declared for another, but, simply put, I found myself not being able to hold back from him. Whether it is because of his godly status or the connection that is so strongly shared between us, clearly given by the fates, I do not know what caused this infatuation. Yet, it is clear to me that I was drawn to my love in a strong and unrelenting way, as if he were irresistible to me, and I to him.
When I first saw my love, I knew instantly who he was, although he was not in his truest form. I could tell, just from that first encounter, that I had fallen for him. I knew this in my heart; it was clear to me after it had been three days and I still could not get him off of my mind, until of course he appeared to me again. In truth, by the time I knew what was happening, it was too late. Everything about this man enamored me. The kind yet stern disposition surrounding him seemed to guide his every move, a clear sense of leadership and confidence articulating every move, every last step. And his eyes, those irises like storm clouds and thunder in the dead of night… I quickly found myself hopelessly lost in them. I had become bewitched by the god, by everything that comprised him, and eagerly awaited each time he would visit me next. This progressed, and our infatuation quickly grew deeper and deeper for one another. I soon began to feel like it was too late to mention our romance, in fear of Hera unleashing her rage upon us. To this day, I still fear Hera unleashing her rage after uncovering the truth.
I also fear the reaction of my love once he uncovers the truth as well. It would be an understatement to say I have been keeping something secret from everyone, as well as him, lately. In my defense, I didn't feel as though it would be safe for me to reveal this truth either, as I believe I am pregnant with his child. I can not be entirely certain yet, but I do believe that I am carrying the child of a god as I write this. This, understandably, is a strange feeling, that I do not know what to draw from. I am also not certain about how these events played out in the way that they did, and remain feeling confused on the whole matter.
It is strange to think that I am having a child with a man that I have never truly seen. Understandably, that is one of the most unsettling things about my current predicament, as well as the threat of Hera. My one greatest desire is to see my love in his truest form, especially now that we are having a child together. It was recently made apparent to me that I have never truly cast my eyes upon him, and now it is a thought that turns over and over again in my mind. I plan to ask him to fully reveal himself to me soon after I write this, and I remain hopeful that he will allow this to me!
I will transcribe the next happenings between myself and my love,
Fondly, Semele
Dear Diary,
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