An Angel Kissed Me
She was always too hard on herself. I could tell you that she had other
flaws, but she didn't, not really. They were all part of the total package. She would not
have been the same without them. She would not have been her. That was important.It wasn't
long ago that I met her, but I can't actually remember the event. It is lost in the fog of
memory, as though it had always been so. That too, was important. A short time after I met
her, she needed me, and I was not there. I don't know why. There were... complications,
but that isn't really and excuse. There is no excuse. There cannot be. I went to see her.
Perhaps it was to make up for my absence, perhaps it was for other reasons. We talked for
a long time, and she bared her soul to me. I did what I could. We watched television, and
later, we danced. And she kissed me. She apologized, but there was no need. I understood.
That was not why I was there. I would not take advantage. We grew closer in the following
weeks, and I learned much about her. And then something happened. I think it was my fault,
but I don't remember the event too clearly. I regret that. We are still close, but things
are different between us now. When I look in her eyes, I do not see the person that I once
knew. I do not see the angel that kissed me. But I know she's in there.
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Fiction
 Black Cherries
Sonic Reactor
Central Park
Sacrifice
The Pure Blue Ocean
An Angel Kissed Me
Four Years of My Life
Gloria
Fading Signals
The Yellow Leaves
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