To know and love an angel is not what one would perceive it to be. To wound an angel...further incomprehensible. I have experienced both, and perhaps I have learned to regret both. It would seem that only an angel is deserving of, and capable of, loving and being loved by an angel. The way we used to laugh was bliss. Good as good goes. I am not an angel, and have found the tasks stated to be 'trying.' I have faltered, and continue to falter, in my commitment to you. Perhaps lurking in your virgin shadow has fashioned a sense of inferiority within me, being that the slippery grasp of perfection is too arduous for my emotional strength, and capacity. I do not know the exact moment of this heart-rendering realization, but upon it's development, guilt which burdens me, has become unbearable...increasingly so. I do not know that I can hold onto you much longer. I do know that I cannot. One could say I have 'given up.' I beg you to forgive me for any and all wrong-doings for which you hold me accountable. Nothing but right and good has been my intention, this I swear. You will one day discover the angel whom you may journey into eternal Utopia with, hand in hand, overwhelmed with immeasurable love. I know you will.
