Chronicles of Desire

My Favorite Thing.

This is my favorite thing by far.

My Angel was back. Everything was as it should be. The voices were gone, they left with the pain. I was finally happy, genuinely this time. We were finally happy.
And now, as My Angel stares back at me with an expression that mirrors mine, I reminisce at the struggles that we faced in order to be here.

And you defy everything I've ever known.

The memories The Angel and I made together; there was nothing - is nothing - that could ever destroy them. Years passed and I have never felt this way before. It's absolutely euphoric.
But I don't care about that, all that matters to me is that The Angel is here, joining me in my journey. We faced everything together, the thought of what we had suddenly falling apart often crossed my mind, but The Angel was always there to reassure me. Sometimes, as we lay in the darkness, would The Angel tell me that it was okay to think with my heart instead if my head. As I'd lay there and The Angel's breathing would calm, would I be at peace. I'd allow my eyes to drift towards the sleeping figure next to me as I'd find myself hoping that whatever was going on behind those eyes, was as sweet and happy as the life in front of them.

But why, why me? When you could've had anybody.

In the chill morning air, when our children would run around causing a ruckus, I'd stare at The Angel. At how the children were handled with care and love. Then The Angel would look up and our eyes would meet - and I'd fall in love all over again. How could someone so wonderful have ended up with a wreck like me? Were our destinies written long before the universe was created?
I guess, sometimes certain questions are best left unanswered. All that mattered in the end was that My Angel was there, and that we completed each other.
Confessions and promises shouldn't be taken lightly - that's what The Angel would tell the children as I felt the familiar pressure on my hand again. I'd glance at The Angel and smile - because I was certain that what I was feeling was exactly the same as what was felt behind those eyes.
The eyes are, after all, the windows to the soul - and The Angel's were beautiful.

Hi, nice to meet you.

I'd never forget my demons, that would be impossible. I was however, able to overcome them. We all have our flaws, The Angel showed me that we are abke to live with them, as long as we acknowledge them and don't allow them to conquer us. I'll always be thankful to The Angel for that.

Was it nice to meet me too?

And now, as I pick up my pen for the last time, I allow myself to remember all that has happened in my life. The Angel has long been laid to rest - but I found that I am perfectly okay with that, seeing as my own time is drawing near as well. We survived the good and the bad, our legacy lives on. These are some of my last breaths - but I'd never allow The Angel to truly die.