A MEMOIR TO AN ANGEL

It was a lonely Thursday night. The place was almost empty. I ordered a bottle of beer on a glass filled with ice cubes. Just the way I liked it.

My heart was full of anticipation, excitement and fear. Finally I was about to meet him. I lit a cigarette to release the tension covering my upper body. My hands were shaking. In my head I was thinking of how I would greet him. Should I say "hi" or should I go "thanks for coming" and shake his hands? But my hands were beginning to wet. And I could feel sweat flowing through the surface of my chest. It was as if my heart was crying.

Suddenly, in a corner, I saw him. I tried to look away, to act as if I didn't care. But he somehow captured my eyes. And my eyes stared steadily at his face. He smiled.

He sat beside me. I could see he was beyond beautiful. He was angelic. The heavens let out an angel for me tonight. He smiled again and he was majestic, almost holy. His eyes were radiant like the stars that were lacking that night. Eyes that were bound to haunt me for as long as I live, and maybe in death.

Then I noticed, I couldn't stop looking at him, at his face, at his lips, at his eyes. He caught me several times and made face in return by sticking out his tongue or pouting his lips. He was boyishly cute. He was certainly an angel.

That angel was mine that night. I wish he could be mine forever.