My Angel

I miss my angel
The hope it gave me
The love it gave me
How safe it made me feel
Its golden face
Its shining diamond
Its radiant beauty
Its little harp
Its curly, playful hair
The way the light glinted off of it at sunrise and sunset
But most of all,
I miss the face I saw in my mind every time I held it tightly against my chest
The weird thing is, I can never, EVER, picture that face perfectly
But the angel seemed to trigger my memory so clearly

It's the most prized possession of mine
I haven't seen it since I sent it in to be fixed
The piece that made the angel stay on the necklace broke
A good friend of mine knew someone who could repair it
I miss it more than ever though--it's been months

But now I see my angel every day
Not the one I had on my necklace
But the one I saw when I held it tight
He lets me know he always cares
He always lifts me up when I fall down
And said that I have the heart of an angel
Every time I think about him, I feel like I can grow wings and fly away
I believe that you'd have to be blind if you can't see his halo
I believe that you'd have to be heartless if you think he's nothing
Because he's a wonderful person with such a bright future
And such a positive outlook on life
I love him dearly, even if it's no more than a friend
I was once in love with him, but I still care for him with all my heart
I was once depressed, but he brought me back to the surface

Here's part of a conversation he and I once had on-line:

Me: it takes effort to breathe
Him: yes it does
Him: but it takes heart to live
Him: and breathe
Him: and you have it