Guardian Angel

I remember the first time I saw him. My heart leapt out of my chest and fell at his feet. I mean he was everything I wanted. He was my storybook hero. My dream man. Beautiful smile. Beautiful soul. Perfect all around.

I remember the first time I kissed him. My body felt like it had tried drugs for the first time and now I was addicted to that kiss. His lips set me on fire and made me feel like I was alive.

I remember the first time we were one. I died and went to home and back, the most beautiful feeling I’ve ever had. My dream come true, because he was gentle and good to me. He made me feel beautiful.

I remember the first time…he died. I remember the pain in my heart, like someone had taken my heat in their hands and crushed it. I was breathing glass. I sat at his grave for months, with out food or water. And I did not die.

This is the punishment I get for falling in love with a human.