House Poet ☘️

Heaven-Blessed

We walked together on the sidewalk, just two centimetres apart. I turned my face toward him and considered, ” Oh, gods, he is so wonderful; he must be an angel. How is it even possible to be that gorgeous? That was why I believed he was an angel sent from God—my guardian angel. He turned to me, holding his breath as if he had been struck by something powerful. His eyes were magnetic, and I couldn’t look away. Not wanting to make things awkward, I gave him a funny grin, and he laughed.

God, stop it—he is just so perfect.

“You made a face like you were going to sneeze,” he said with a chuckle.

I laughed out loud. He scrunched up his nose to make me laugh even more. He is so charming! How can he be so caring, kind, amazing, and gorgeous all at once?

Suddenly, I felt cold and looked around, only to realise he wasn’t there. I woke up in a white bedroom, holding my breath. That was just a dream; he was not here, I realised. Again. It happened again. I buried my head in my hands and cried. I didn’t want to dream about him anymore. In fact, he is an angel—an angel who left me.

After a while, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling lost. Suddenly, I felt something touch my hand. I turned to see a black wing as dark as his hair. He is still protecting me. He still loves me.

I fell asleep praying for him to wake up and be with me—this time, not in a dream, but in heaven.