MY ANGEL, MY WINGS

It was the last time I would ever hold him close.

As my body pressed against his, he looked into my eyes and told me that he would love me always. A disturbing emotion ran through my body for I felt that he was already telling me goodbye, even before the thought crossed his mind.

Candles lit the room and memories were being created. We both took a sip of wine and gently kissed each other on the lips, tasting the sweet aftertaste of love.

“How would you make love to me? I asked him with a gentle look in my eyes. “Would it be like this?”

From that moment on, it was beyond fantasy, dream and reality. Without speaking we spoke and without thinking we reacted. Were we two fools in love or two genius’s that figured out the formula?

Our words were like forbidden vows, never inscribed onto parchment paper. Once I heard them, I lived by them and depended on them. Moments are like picture books that can never be destroyed. Not even under the hottest flame purposely lit by the most dangerous arsonist.

I knew I had always loved him. Every kiss was a seal and every touch was like a tattoo. Like an arachnid that stings their mate, I was stung with passion and helpless to his touch. I laid there willing and waiting to do anything he asked of me. After all, I loved him and I presumed he loved me.

The night became morning as I glanced over at his naked body sleeping next to mine. I kissed him gently on his shoulder and whispered, “I will always love you.” Being sensitive to the sixth sense my mother passed on to me, I knew it would be the last time we would ever be together. At least in this lifetime and perhaps in a few past lives that I may be unaware of.

A few tears ran down my cheek as I drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Soon enough the alarm went off and that would be the last time I would ever see him. I never even heard his voice again. It was the most painful feeling anyone could feel.

Since then then, months have passed and days have lingered. Little does he know that when I last made love to him, I also gave him my wings. I don’t need to fly as long as I can love.

For I believe that we will meet again someday. Maybe it was the last time we slow danced or the last time I ran into his arms. No matter what the fate holds, there are signs that will lead me to where I need to go. I am his angel always and forever.

Centuries may pass like hard sand through a broken hourglass but nothing will ever change the way I feel for my lost spirit. After someone breaks your heart twice, then there is no choice but to give him your wings. You have already given them your heart so now it is time to give them what drew them to you in the first place.

No matter how much time passes there will always be a sunrise and a sunset. Whatever happens in between depends on the hard copied story. As far as an angel is concerned, everyone has a story that has been written before they even read it. Then it is up to the character chosen to improvise the ending.