Can we sit? I want to talk. I confess. I felt a feeling that I never felt before.
Love. Not childish love. A deeper love. A love that the word “love” is not enough to express how great that love is.
Every time we have even the smallest of conversations, I feel happier.
If I’m cheated, beaten to the ground, Mocked relentlessly, I won’t care, Because I have you.
I’m not Prince Charming, But I can be a shield. I don’t have gold or silver, But I do have hope.
And now, I have said what I wanted to say, And the question that I have asked myself over and over is given to you: Can an angel love me?