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