I’m a sinning angel. I’ve broken the rules. It’s come down, guide you toward the right path & leave. We’re not supposed to stay, let alone form connections with our patients. Yet, I’m stuck.

You already know what I am & what I came here to do. That’s another rule I’ve broken; never give up your identity. But I couldn’t help myself.

A few months ago, my Archangel leader, had called upon me, telling me it was my time. As a guardian angel, that’s the most exiting, yet terrifying, news ever. I was being sent down to earth. I had to play it just right. “Accidental” meetings, or divine intervention. It was easy to fall into your world, & you welcomed me with open arms.

Luckily, while on earth, us angels are easily concealable. I didn’t show you my wings until the day you told me “I think I love you…”. It’s the highest honor to bear one’s wings to another—especially a human. It’s my way of saying it back. But while we can appear human, we are…different.

Like, our touch. You’ve said it’s like being held by a warm cloud. My skin somewhat glows in the sun. And, my voice… It’s curated in a way that can physically calm one’s soul. Easy things to miss, but you were special.

You were my patient, or my person. I’ve protected you since the day you were born. But, you had no idea I existed. You didn’t grow up around religion, so you had no belief in Angels like myself.

But you had taken the wrong path. Instead of taking my subliminal advice, you got caught up in a bad crowd. My messages weren’t getting through to you anymore, so I couldn’t help. That’s when us Angels get sent down for more…direct action.

It’s a Guardian Angels job to be infatuated with their person, it’s what drives us to help you become the best version of yourself. But… With my time here on earth, I fear the infatuation has turned into more.

“Angel, I’m home!” You call out in a sing-song tone, & I’m up from the couch like a whipped puppy.

I can’t go home. Not even heaven can compare to being loved by you.