Lucifer,

Ada is making me write this. She's going crazy in the city of love that she has asked me to be, at least once, romantic like she's being to her boyfriend. I was ready to convince her to watch a romantic movie with me and get this idea of writing a letter out of her head (because what do I know about writing a letter??) but she stared at me with those angry eyes of her that for a second I really thought she was gonna tie me to a chair and made me think out loud a letter for you. So, here we are. Anything to make my friend happy.

I just don't want to die. I'm really liking Italy.

But then, it got me thinking, you twirling your hair and kicking your feet because I wrote this letter to you? Sign me in. I can already hear you giggling like a school girl.

I've never written a letter before. Alright, maybe once to Santa Clause when I was a little kid. And if you ever bring this up I will murder you.

Update on the whole new family thing: Mom is killing it at work and has already managed to be the perfect wife Jackson needs. He is too, have to be honest, I can tell by the way she tells me stories about him and Teddy. She's so happy, Lucifer, you have no idea. I'm so excited for her. My little brother is chaos, but, you already know him. He tells me he's getting used to having another male presence in the house. It was hard at first (because he almost got confused and wore Jackson's underwear) but then, Jackson started to teach him how to cook and then Teddy how to kill it on Dance. They're throwing parties every weekend, I can tell you that. We're already invited to one the moment I go back, so, get your shoes ready, Donovan. I'm definitely gonna kick your ass.

Right now the trip has ten days left. We visited so many places (even though you already know this because we literally talked YESTERDAY, but that complaint isn't gonna be said by me in front of Ada). My phone is out of storage for more pictures. Had to buy a cheap camera, so I better not look like an old lady. Otherwise, my mom will literally die laughing if I look like a typical mom taking selfies with the camera. But, honestly, I don't care. I don't think I've ever laughed and smiled this much in my entire life. Italy is great and I can't wait to share everything with you in person once I go back.

Isn't it strange that we used to hate each other and now I can't wait to share something with you? Like, I literally wanted to put my hands around your neck and watch you go all purple. I hated everything that came out of your mouth and now I'm impatiently waiting for your thoughts on the things I bought here?? What?? Anyway, you'll definitely like a couple of things I bought. I won't tell you what it is. You'll just have to wait to see it. But, I will give you a hint: it's red.

Alright, I had to take a breath in because my next words were never said to a man by me. I miss you— what? Who said that? I'm kidding. I really do miss you, dude (I had to throw the dude because it's still weird to say some things, you know it). I can't wait to see you again, you and your stupid and seductive eyes. Have to honest, in bed when I'm laying down I miss your arms around me.

Now I can't stop laughing, what have you done to me? I'm like Ada???? It's the city of love, dude, it's doing things to me.

Talking about doing things to me, Lucifer, when I go back you better buy a new bed because we're gonna break the one you already have.

Alright, I think that's it.

I love you.

Yes, I said it. And... it didn't felt weird to write it. You make me feel safe saying it. It's like you being on the other end hearing it or reading it it doesn't make me feel weird. You, Lucifer, make me feel good when I say it. I want to say it a thousand times to you. Everything we went through it lead me to here, and I'm glad it was with you. With you by my side and holding me when I needed it. Every word I hated, every moment we spent fighting and every thought I had of you, it made me fall harder and deeper.

I love you.

I love you, dude.

So fucking much.

I hope you miss all my stupid comments and random crime facts,

Lilith.

PS: you better write me back because Ada will kill you if you don't. And say hi to everyone for me!!!!