The Epilogue of Years After...

My dear angel,

I was not worthy of your love.

I've hurt you and we both know the damage that this has taken on our lives. I never realized the gravity of my actions until it was all over. When nothing can be undone anymore. You were the biggest mistake of my life.

Nightmares haunt my every day. Dreams are elusive. I was trying to find solace in the dark. In my times of being alone, I couldn't find another star that shines so bright. I was totally wrong and out of line. I became possessed by the greed that showed itself on those times. I was alone and you were the only one that I could name my company. It must have been very affective on me to realize that things weren't going my way, and when it didn't, the wrath awakened turned on you, my love. You who I thought I wouldn't lose.

In a girl's eyes and senses, I became evil impersonate and I know it.

And so I dedicated my life trying to fight what I've become. I tried vindicating myself. But the good that I tried to radiate could just not suffice the wrongs I've done to you. I've given up hope instead and tried to embrace the darkness. And it that darkness, I've learned to see that even in the blackest of nights, a tiny light will reveal itself as shiny as a sun.

I know we had promises and I also know that they became meaningless to you, dismissed as a vow said under a judassic illusion. For a moment, I held on to them, as they were giving me hope. I used to train myself into thinking that someday, you will ask me back.

Until I learned to let go. Or at least I tried to. You are not in my arms anymore and you don't long to be, giving yourself and your vows to someone else. That, I've learned to let go too. I began accepting the fact that an angel, will never be a match, for a demon.

The blackness of my spirit and the pureness of your tainted white soul is like a shattered mirror, never to be put together again. But at the back of my mind, I'm still hoping to be saved from this evilness that engulfed my anti-soul. I just don't know how.

Nevertheless, I loved you and maybe will always do.


I hope that forgiveness and redemption is not too distant,

Your devil

The Day You Said You Lied...

Dearest love,

I can't think of words to weave today just to make you choose me and stay. I've loved you too much that I am blinded by all things bright and was myopic of the sudden impact that I will soon realize. I shouldn't have let you go. But wait, I didn't. It was you who let me go.

How sad it is that something so beautiful just disappears like wisps that will never exist again? I pray to the creator and then later to the preserver, to help me in this matter. Love is something that you should hold on if it's authentic. Yet the realization that you never felt it is only but sinking me into the quagmire of oblivion. I wanted you back. But do you? Perhaps now is the time to gauge what will happen between now, and tomorrow.

For this is a day that matters. But then this is the day that I will cry. Or maybe smile.

Hurting inside,
An angel

Aurora...

Dear angel,

Whatever it is that you are trying to say to my mind, i am pretty sure to be elated. Out of a sudden chance in the rip of the universe, you came to give my face a smile. And what a smile it is. For all those happiness that you caused could never amount to anything else that I could ever imagine.

You came like a rose in a bitter storm. Your petals may be wasted but the beauty still lies. With a blink of an eye, I can see that which is innate and I am surrounded by it.

You glow like the Northern Lights. Now, you may be so far, yet you are so near and you charm me like a moth to the flame.

Forvere gazing,
lost soul

And She Stole My Heart...

Dear heart-stealer,

Time and again have proven what is there for both of us. No matter how hard we fall, how painful we hurt each other, we're still here holding hands. For it doesn't matter how easy it is for you to let go, I'm always there, holding on.

My hands are coarse, holding to the edge. For we are always there. And with me, is you. I'm holding your arms so that you won't fall off albeit at times, the hold is so tight. Countering your being myopic, I'm heads up high when I look into you and tell you, "I'm still here."

But when will you hold on to the edge too? Will there be a time when my hands are weary and the fragments that binds me to sanity is torn, that you will take the reign? How I wish for that possibility. But I'm hopeful. And I know, you will be there for me as I am always there for you.

As I've said, I will wait. But I won't wait forever...

The wind

Cherry Lips...

Dear heavenly soul,

Life is really beautiful when I try to look in your eyes. For they are the windows to paradise. And in this puny lifetime of mine, I hope to enter your door. For you are the avatar of Eden. Life with you is even better than life after death.

My soul sings each time you aura engulfs me and entwines with mine. Your cherry lips and lovely hips are but testaments to how we fit.

Already I am longing for you. Already, I am wishing that you are by my side. As ethereal as it may seem, but I see the future not diminishing. For it's gonna be me, and you, forever.

Your hell knight

Sliding Doors...

Dear princess,

Wow. Finally, another chapter in your life is about to finish and another is about to start. Are you up to the challenges that lies ahead?

After all the hardships, after all the pain, after all the laughters and tears, after all the glory and shame. Here you are on the stairs to a building called the real world. If you would ask me to hold your hand, i will accompany you into the facade. Life is beautiful for you, and I hope there's a me in that too.

I'm so proud and honored that up to the very last, I was there with you...

beggars don't choose

Hearts Approaching...

My dear angel,

As the month of hearts is approaching, my mind is on a rollercoaster ride as I think of what to say. It's been months since we first met but it seems like only yesterday when I first saw that charming smile. You make me young at heart as you proceed to carress my soul and ask me how my day was. And so goes the routine. We then intertwine in harmonious pleasure over the firmament of our consciousness.

Yet as I look upon your face, I see both innocence and an open thinking into what lies ahead. Our deeds lament what is in store for us as our minds conjoin to face every rock that they hurl at us. And it is in this togetherness that I assure my love for you. You have made me into what I am today. I hope this never change but if it does, I hope it's for the better of our weary hearts.

Take care always,

your angel too

Big Bang ...

Dearest my angel,

Happy new year!

I wish for a fresh start. Yet another year has passed in our lives. And if I would reflect on it, I can say that it was good. For one, I've been a better man. I've learned more about the tricks of the trade of a venture called life. But nothing can beat the number one reason why I'm celebrating the new year with a bang. I've met you. And more, I fell in love with you. That alone constitutes the new reason to keep living.

You are the everest of my soul. The new zenith in my life. And as we start this year, may it be filled with laughter, hope and of course, love.

I remain,

your little devil

Elyssian Fields...

Dear angel,

Here I am again, at your side, after we said goodbyes. Perhaps it is really not the way it's meant to be. I love you and you love me still. Let now be a testament of our destiny.

I would like to live a life with you in a land far more beautiful than the Elyssian fields. A land were there is no despair, but with so much hope. A land of beauty where the good are remembered, and the bad, forgotten. Let us make it so. Take my hand and we'll fly, clutching each other in a perfect symbiotic trance.

Would you promise not to say goodbye? Or would you lie?

I love you,

A devil

Dog On A Leash...

Dear angel,

My mind is on a rollercoaster ride as I write this letter. I don't know but my insides are about to be turned upside down as I think the day that you wanted to kick me out of your life. It's unfair, I say. How come I loved so much and I was not even loved a little in return? It hurts you know. The agony is comparable to being dumped into an ocean full of sharks that eat your body. And maybe your soul. Well, that's easier than feeling you breaking my heart easily.

But then again, who am I to expect that you feel the exact way that I feel for you? Who am I? I'm just a pauper for your love. A dog on a leash waiting for the next time that you shower a bit of love, albeit untrue, into my proverbial bowl.

I hate the way you treat me like this. But I love you. Why is that? The answer lies in the oblivion of time and space continuom. Is this how it's supposed to be? Will this be forever?

I'd rather burn out than fade away.

A devil in distress

Captured In A Song...

To my Persephone,

Hello my sweet honey. I, the bee, comes to your honeycomb once again. Who wouldn't? Your love feeds me like the air that my lungs need. Your touch is like a potion that makes even David cower with fear. Your body sways like the dancing swans. Your kisses makes me like a snowman melting.

How long has it been? Are you still counting? Of the days that we're together and the memories that we're making. I'm so proud that through it all, we stayed together. Even if friendships around us seem to falter. With thee, I commit my neverending love. With thee my body and soul belong. The things that matter in our hearts, will soon be captured in a song.

And I hope you and I will last that long.

An angel

The Essentiality Of Us...

My little angel,

The feeling is fabulous when you feel that you are being wanted and loved by someone special. And that is exactly how I feel at the moment. You, the most special person in my life, makes me feel that way.

I see the uncertainty in your eyes each time you look at mine. A feeling of unknowingness envelopes your mind. Restricted mobility of the spirit in the ether of love. And for that, I would like to reaffirm. It doesn't matter if I love you more. It doesn't matter if you're not sure. The planes of existence have crossed each other, and I love you for better or worse.

I love you for the hope that I see in you. The wish that you love me more. The essentiality of us.

Take care,
Your little devil

31 Days...

To my angel,

With every passing day, with every passing hour, with every passing month, your love is always on my mind. The echoes of passion reverberates through the innermost sanctums of our hearts. A month can pass as a minute in our beautiful lives. As the old cliche goes, "time flies, when you're having fun."

It's been nice knowing you. Your proverbial wings take me places even I could not imagine. You make me more than what I am. It is nice loving you. You bring out the best in me, bring out all the creative juice a lover can think of.

And best of all, it is nice being loved by you. I really feel special when your love touches me. I may also be an angel too, but you are the angel of this angel. And you will forever be. I love you.

Archangel

As Time Goes By...

My love,

There are times when I act dumb and be possesive of you. There are also times when I act stupid and be an over-expecting asshole. There are times when I'm being too selfish, not giving you room to breathe. There are times when I feel like giving up on us.

There are also times when you are insensitive towards me. There are moments that you ignore what I feel. There are instances when you are being passive. Is it deliberate? Is it not? There are times when you feel giving up too.

And when those times come, let us hope for the better, if not the best. Life is not a straight, smooth-sailing journey. Love itself is a bumpy ride. Yet love is life to us.

But through it all, through thick and thin, your love gives me a new reason each day to move on. On the brighter side of it all, I feel being more inclined to who you are and I feel that you too are to me. A relationship, much like a house, is not built on a single day. It is constructed brick by brick by brick. We decided to build this, and we will do, one brick at a time. Let our love be the architecht. And our trust and patience will be the engineers.

Your love

The Parable Of The Sun...

My rainbow,

My love for you is as ancient as the sun. It may not always be visible to you but you know that it is there. It may set once in a while but you can count on it to rise up again and smile at you. My love is also burning like the emotions that I have for you. And what I feel keeps me alive. Keeps us alive. It is the closest star that you will see. Sometimes it is unbearable at high times but you can count on it to cool before the break of dusk. Before sunset. And give you a panoramic view of life and love itself. Sometimes its rays may be covered by clouds but sometimes, even the mightiest of its light can penetrate just to remind you that I'm here. The sun, like my loive, is also the reason of the existence of rainbows. Where neverending love flow.

My love for you is like the sun. I wish someday yours will be like mine too.

Your shining sun

Time Is Never Time At All...

My angel,

Time runs astray. Distance magnifies the time constraints that we have. But then again, time may be on our side. It is something that we may need. It is something that is inevitable and sometimes comes around in full circle. But how much more time will pass until I see you again?

Because with every passing minute, every passing day, it is you that I long for. When I'm with you, time seems to move too fast, just like a playful wind that comes into play. And when I'm without you, time seems to stretch out too far, just like a kryptonite dream. I wonder if you feel the same way too. I wonder if you are thinking of me too. I hope so, I really do.

Why don't you come with me into wonderland? There, we'll have all the time we need. All the time that we can share, the time that you deserve from me, the time that I deserve from you. I just hope you find the time to love me too as much as I do you.

Lovelots,
Your devil

You Are A Wonderland...

My sweet honey,

Happiness is an understatement when describing what I feel when I'm with you. It's your dazzling eyes that sends me in a frenzy. It's your soft lips that keeps me pushing through. It's that heavenly body that gives ripples through the very fabric of my reasoning and understanding. It's that angelic face that consumes all my fears and troubles. When I'm with you, it feels like heaven is just a step away.

I want to be with you forever. You are my life. My guiding light. You are the one who lifts me up when I'm down and heavy, loaded with burdens of uncertainty about life and love. Rest assured that I will always be here for you as you will be there for me.

I love you,
Your angel

How It Feels...

My princess,

It never occured to me that you'll appreciate that way I smile at you. The way I care for you, the way I try to look you in the eye and seem to say "I will always protect you". You maybe have also noticed that everytime I close my eyes, It's you that I see and It's your name I mutter even in the deepest of sleep.

With each passing day, my feeling's getting warmer for you. My love is getting stronger. Maybe it's the way I see you. Or the way you see me. One thing is for certain. This is not a passing fad but something that we will be remembering forever.

And yes, thank you, for loving me too.

Your angel

The Birthday Letter...

My angel,

Almost a quarter of a century ago, a devil was born. Born into a world of sin, full of darkness, the world he knew became his playground. He learned to eat, drink and move. Evil enveloped his undeveloped mind.

And then you came along. An angel that bathed in full glory. Your aura was enough to make a devil's party disperse into shame. I've met you and life was never the same again. You taught me how to be happy. You taught me how to smile. Best of all, you taught me how to love.

And the love that was blinding engulfed me in holiness. I became an angel myself. I became your angel. And rest assured, I will always be here, to be your angel for life.

Take Care,
Your little devil

Sorry, Now I Know You...

My angel forever,

Sorry seems to be hardest thing. It's a word that's often overlooked but nevertheless substantial. The eyes reflects the true sincerity of the beholder. And to the one I love, I want to reiterate that I am sorry. Very, very sorry.

Next time, i will know
That when you are quiet, millions of things are running in your mind.
When you are arguing, you may be thinking deeply.
When you'll look at me with eyes full of questions, you may be wondering how long you will be around.
When you answer "i'm fine" after a few seconds, you may be not at all fine.
When you stare at me,you may be wondering why I am lying.
When you'll will be laying on my chest, you may be wishing for me to be yours forever.
When you'll' call me everyday, you may be seeking my attention.
When you'll want to see me everyday, you may want to be pampered.
When you'll sms's me everyday, you may want me to reply at least once.
When you'll say I love you, you mean it.
When you'll say that you can't live without me, you may have made up your mind that I am your future.
When you say "i miss you", No one in this world can miss me more than you ......

I've done my homework. Now please give our love another chance...

Your little devil

I'll Be There...

To a princess,

Just want you to know that I am here and will always be here for you. Whatever the odds are, whatecer the time is, whatever happens...

When you are feeling angry, let me be the one who makes you calm.
When you are sad, let me the one who puts the smile in your face.
When you are tired and weary, let me be your strength.
When you feel down and jaded, let me lift you up.
When you are happy, let me laugh and smile with you.
When you cry, I will cry too, with you.

And best of all, when you feel being surrounded by the demons of this cruel world, let me be your angel. Because that's what you are too, to me. I love you.

From an angel

Stars And Candlelights...

To my shining star,

Why is it that some people fall in love with people who are falling in love with somebody else? Is it a game of tag? Clearly, it is a sound proof that life and love as we know it, is not fair. And right now, I may be thinking of you thinking of him thinking of the days gone by. When I look at you looking at him, it hurts my soul deep inside.

The past haunts us every minute of our lives. But pasts are to be pasts. Move on and see the light. For my love, I will fight. This may be a sensitive moment in our lovelife. But who knows, after the rain, the rainbow might still be there after all.

Right now, I really don't believe that much in love. But I believe in you and what I feel for you. When you feel that you're wandering helplessly in the darkness, just call my name and I'll be the candle that guides you. I don't care if you don't love me too. All I know is that I love you and that is true.

From an angel

Delirious Dilemna...

My love,

It's been a long time since I wrote you a letter. I've been confused. but I'm still here waiting for a time when my feelings of longingness will once again overflow and spurt it out just for you. How have you been? It's been a while, and I miss you.

I'm faced with a dilemna about love. I'm chasing after someone I like who could not possibly like me back. On the other hand, someone is just around the bends loving me. I'm loving you unconditionally but someone else is feeling that for me too. Who do you choose? The one you love? Or the one who loves you?

In keep asking the question, "why can't you love me back?" while someone else is asking me that too. Can't you see? Life will never be fair. Love is not fair. And if God is Love, then maybe God is unfair. But nevertheless, I still ask Him that someway, someday, you will love me back too.

The one who loves you...

Haste...

My dear precious,

Give me time to share matters of the heart wherein haste is of the importance.

It is in our knowing that love takes time to develop, so why start late?
Love may be sturdy but in a storm, it can turn into a quagmire, a quicksand that may suck you in. Love is not a rock.
What if the love you have thought to be turns out the love that blinds and the love you thought that blinds turns out to be the love that ought to be the love of your life?
What if I die tomorrow?

But take time. You do not find love. Love finds you. It may not be that obvious at first but in time, when you are alone, staring at the sun, it will hit you. And when it hits you, do not hesitate to relish it.

Take Care,
your angel

Angel Voice...

To a special someone,

Close your eyes and think of someone special. Well, there's someone that's more special than the one that you thought of. And that would be you.

When will I see you again fair one? I miss your voice. It is music to my ears. My heart jumps when you say "How are you?" or "What's up?". My eyes dilates when you tell me "You were good!" or "There's something in you!". But what I consider most special is when you told me "You're my angel too!"

Have you ever thought about me too?

From someone

Smile, Good Days Are Here...

My angel,

I'm starting this letter with a smile. Yes. Smile angel. The end of the "hard days" is at hand. Soon we'll be relaxing in a paradise of tranquility and serenity deep within our minds. The peace that we've longed for is finally in sight.

So where will you be? You may choose to be in a white-sanded beach listening to the ripples of the waves. Soaking in the water, relaxing your muscles as you dip into the sea. The winds are howling, creating a perfect harmony that's pleasant to the ears.

Or you may choose to prowl the night and be one with the blackness of the ethereal party that's aplenty. Your body grinding to the electrifying beat, doing electricity-filled antics of excitement, to be cooled afterwards by spirits.

Or you may choose just to be at home. And relax, rest, have a decent slumber in preparation for what's coming up ahead. Just you, alone, in your room, staring at the ceiling and wondering what life may be, will be, should be and can be.

Or what you'll be doing is none of the above. Or none of my business either.

One thing's for sure though. You will always be in my mind. I will be missing you. The way we used to laugh. The way we used to cry. The way we used to imagine a world where in we are the only inhabitants of this planet. The way you've captivated my heart and soul. The way you tried to push me. The way I used to pull you. Such things that make all of heaven's angels envy you.

Take care of yourself though. Take care of your heart. I intend to keep it forever. I love you...

Your little devil

Duality...

Dearest my love,

It has come to pass that there was a time in our friendship that we thought of each other differently than what we think of each other now, I'm sure. Take my perception of you for example. I was asking myself, who is this feminist anyway? Would I consider this a challenge, or a nuissance? Would our aquaintance be detrimental to my social stability? All these queries posted a vague whole thought on me and passed up for a cerebral conundrum.

It is your idea about men that intrigues me perhaps. The plot for equality, you say, starts in yourselves. You advocate empowerment but is empowerment a form of illusion as the experts say? For we exist in a universe of duality. To conforme is to play. And the endless game is life. Man has a part in a woman and so is a woman to a man. We are on an endless process of hypotheses and theories and I feel like guinea pig.

It is different with you. I am different with you. I feel different towards you. Like a swan gracing the lake you have turned into since the day I've met you. The feminist in you faded into a divine epitome of femininity. An avatar of Aphrodite here in my life. Yet you choose not to yield. For what reasons, it escapes me.

I love you. With all my heart and soul. With every breath that I take. With all my masculinity. It's the fact of you being a female and me being a male that makes me drawn into you. We can be the embodiment of duality. Of union between man and woman. Like the light and darkness, good and evil, love and hate, You and Me. And like all dualities, my love will always be there for you. Forever.

From the one who loves you

Echoes of Hate...

To the love of my life,

Life, as we know it, is an endless stream of truths and fallacies. You are what you believe you are. What you want to be, you can be. We are the master of our selves.

I don't know you. Perhaps I never will. You don't know me. Perhaps you too, never will. But do you even bother to know me? Or better yet, know yourself? Don't you get it? I am you and you are me. And learning more about me would be learning more about yourself. At least it's what I think. Or maybe it's just another fallacy.

Not what you know about me is what I know about myself. Not what you think you are is how I see you. The laws on communication are universal. It doesn't escape us, or what we do.

Try to see the beauty of it all with open eyes. Please, my love, give our love a chance.

From an outcast

The Violinist...

Angel in pink,

I met a violinist.

With every strike of her bow, with every note that emanates from her instrument, I was entranced with every song that she plays. The sonic harmony has no compare. When I thought that music was my game, i think again. Then I thought of you. And the songs that we could possibly play. If we wanted to.

I may just be a voice. But you are the music.

Devil in blue

Tear Dreams...

My dearest angel,

I dreamt of you last night. Tears were on your eyes. An unspeakable sadness envelopes you. In my dream, I cried with you. Our tears flowed with the efficacy of a drowning river. It crystallized with the coldness of our numb minds.

In my dream, I had a dream. That is to be with you. In it, there will be no tears of sadness. There will be just happiness and bliss. In it, we'll let all our conciousness fly freely in an open and endless space of time continuum.

But a dream is a dream. Especially if it's within a dream. But my dreams are the only thing left that are keeping me alive. Would you not allow me to dream? Or would you dream with me too?

Take care always...

Your little devil

Angel in Flight...

My everdearest,

Have you ever loved someone that made you doubt how you love yourself? It's been said that you may have never been in love until you see the reflection of the stars on a puddle of sparkling water. Not until you've noticed that you've been staring at the ceiling for hours already.

Not until I seem to pause for a couple of minutes before continuing this letter.

To much have been lost. My thoughts plunge into an endless river of memories. I searched the deepest recesses of my mind and try to alleviate my thinking that you might still be there. But lo, only the idea of you remains. An idea that I will be thinking of for a long, long time. A memory that I will forever cherish.

Maybe this is really what's supposed to happen. That you remain as that. I'm beginning to see it more clearly now. My thanks to an angel like you for further clearing my mind.

But the fact still remains. That I'll always be here. That you will always be there. I'm your devil, you're my angel. May it be marked on my tombstone. Written in the blood of the purists. Take care of your wings as you fly. Someday, we might fly together. In an endless stream. Of dreams.

The one who's always here

Love is just a fallacy...

My lady,

It's official. I'm missing you. Even if I subconciously told you that I don't want to see you. Or to be with you. Until these feelings subside. It is also official. I'm in love with you.

How many times have we told ourselves that Love is but a fallacy? How many times that we've realized that to be in love with someone so much is just like conjuring a big warning sign. A sign that counts down our time left with Reason? And yet how many times have we been in love?

To speak or not to. I have chosen to speak beacause it's the logical thing for me to do. Rather than hide behind the mask of hypocrisy. And before I let you go, I just want to say what I want to say.

That is I Love You...

Someone

Yesterday...

To an angel,

Yesterday was the happiest day of my life. I saw you. With that endearing smile, those sparkling eyes that shines and lights up my life. You remind me of the moments when I was a child. Innocent. Full of happiness. I was in bliss. Your proverbial wings spread out as if it's calling to me. I was drawn like a moth to the flame.

Yesterday was the loneliest day of my life. I saw you. And you're not mine.

Your devil

The Parable Of The Ocean...

My precious,

I hate it when i feel an awkward feeling. And I am feeling an awkward feeling. That is I'm missing you. It pains me to know that we are not together when we are supposed to be. Well, call it wishful thinking. As they say... Who knows, Destiny might have a better plan.

So how's everything doing on your part? Are you coping up with the river called life? Soon, you'll be traversing into the sea and much later the ocean. Don't get lost in the ocean. Better yet, don't end up in a lake, where everything is stagnant, and the water evaporates quickly. Enough said.

You know what I'm wishin'? I hope that in some time of your life, you will be able to look back in time and remember that at one point in your life, there was this someone who loved you one-sidedly. And when you remember it, you will smile and think of me. And then you'll miss me. But then again, it's all wishful thinking. I hope that even just my dreams, It will happen.

Take Care,
Your Smeagol

The Fine Line...

Everdearest Angel,

We've been busy lately. And so is my heart. And so is my mind, thinking of you. With every smile that I remember, with your very presence that never falters. You light up my unilluminated life.

Are you avoiding me? I don't wish that you should. For I can't avoid liking you more. In my existence, I've always believed that love is a thing that develops in time. But what I'm feeling towards you is further escalated. Maybe your avoidance is the culprit. You don't have to be aloof of me. I am not just your suitor. I am also your friend.

I end this letter reassuring you of the fine line that threads between our friendship and what I'm beginning to feel towards you. It may be a bitter pill to swallow but hey, who knows, it might be something that we will not regret. Rest assured that I remain whatever you want me to be.

Your Number 1 Admirer

Heaven's Gate...

My Dearest Angel,

Time may be of the essence but time is a virtue we both may or may not have. Here I am again. A devil lost in the heaven that my mind conjures when i think of you. In a pseudo-paradise that I envision for myself, you are there.

How are you? I just wish that you are happy. Well, don't worry about me. I am not the type who pushes through what I want. As much as I'd like you to be a part of me, that I cannot impose. For who is a slave who demands on his master? Maybe It’s the innate goddess qualities in you that commands my senses to adore you. Or maybe it’s just me. The flame of friendship is what we have now and I am not in a position to let it burn out.

I am starting to like you. The all of you. And the more I think about you, the more my worries go away into a secluded part of my memory. For you are my mental haven in times of strafe. And for that I thank you.

But then again, time may be of the essence. So for now, I park my pen.

Your Little Devil

Lost Devil...

Dear Someone,

It all started when I first met you. It was the first time I saw your face. It was the first time that I've noticed your presence, even though I've already expected that you may not notice me. Who am I anyway, I'm just an invisible man in your colossal world. It was the first time I remembered that I've fallen in love, at first sight.

I've felt like a devil unknowingly enjoined with divine beings. For there was you. And as I've look upon those sparkling eyes as they stare at another, I see an angel. An angel of beauty, an angel of light. An angel that will keep me thinking late at night.

Who am I though? I'm a devil in disguise. I'm a vagabond of hearts. Or at least it's what they say I used to be. I'm an artist at heart, but hey, this is just me.

And so, I awaken my pen. This is the start of my journey. I wish, I hope, you'll bear with me.

Very Truly Yours,
just somebody