Dear Persephone,

My therapist assigned me the exercise of writing letters of what I would hypothetically tell others about what I'm feeling. Apparently doing this will help me "unpack my emotions and gain a greater understanding of myself." Gods, why do I pay that hack? Luckily I never have to show anybody these letters so I guess it doesn't hurt to try. This feels ridiculous to admit, given that I've only known you for 4 days. But I have feelings for you. I haven't been in love before. I always assumed that being in love would be something that would happen slowly over time. Not all at once. The thing is, I don't really know you. I don't know what your favorite food is or the top ten things you hate. I don't know if you're a morning person or if you like sleeping in for hours. Love isn't something I know a lot about, but I believe I should understand you much more than I currently do before claiming to be in love with you. I don't think you can be in love with someone you don't know. I'm just infatuated with you. You have indulged my numerous advances with unparalleled kindness and grace. I am terrified because your attention makes me feel so good. The concept of not being able to feel that way again is devastating. I have a lot of shame in regards to feeling like this about you. That's a lot to put on someone who is so young. It goes without saying, I have a lot of baggage. I get the feeling that if we were friends, you would go out of your way to help me. Even if it was to your own detriment. I wouldn't want that for you. The best gift I can give you is to put some space between us. Which is why I'm going to give Minthe and I a chance to be in a proper relationship. I don't know if I want her or if I just feel guilty. The difference between you and her is that she needs me. But you don't. You have your own community who cares for you and has your best interests in mind. You have your own goals. Your own life. I said that you were melancholic. This is still the case, but I can tell that you're tough as well. If you're the daughter of Demeter, you'll be tough. I wish I could empty a drawer in my dresser for you. It ends up hurting you. Ultimately, you're better off if I limit my contact with you. Which will be hard, since I'm your boss now. But I'll try my best to keep you safe in my own way.

All the Best

Hades.

PS How does a goddess go from being called Kore to Persephone?

Honestly, I think she puts Aphrodite to shame.

(groans) Daddy's had a very stressful day. And you! You made me glimpse her in her underthings. Under-things. Yo-You're grounded! Dog grounded! (groans) What a disaster. I don't want to have these feelings. I want to go back to last week! I wasn't "good", but at least I wasn't this confused. I can't believe she was here just a few days ago.