Jaded Angel

The first time i saw her was in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere
between my dreams and my thoughts.She looked so...real...and
so...pure.But i guess they all look like that.

But i am sure they all wouldnt be able to give me so much warmth and so
much comfort in their company.

Maybe they could...but not the way she did. She looked at me...and i
could see what she saw...feel what she felt.

I should have told her that the white satin looked great on her and
that she looked so huggable...thats not even a word. I felt honoured to
have been able to hold her...and kiss her. I was so lost in all the
mixed emotions that i felt that i didnt even notice the differences
between us.

I should have said that, even what i should hate on her, i truly find
lovable. That i envy the wings that carry her. I didnt regret ever
getting to know her even if it was practically...the end of me. I
couldnt have chosen anyone better...to love me... in such a selfless
way.

Its typical human to say all the things i should have said, long after
i should have said them.That was the last time i ever saw her.

It took that long for me to realise, that the first time i saw
her...she was real. I saw...an Angel, she was hurt, and jaded because
of me. And she didnt mind.