Guardian Angel

Monday, September 29th 2014 – University of Chicago, USA

It’s him. I’d recognise that face anywhere. The radiant bronze complexion, the effortless, windswept hair which tumbles down his forehead in mochachino waves, the irresistible luscious lips that curl back into that crooked, sexy smirk; which also form his slight dimples that are pressed above his chiselled jaw-line… And his eyes; large, swirling pools of mocha and chocolate with flecks of gold, which are framed by thick, full eyebrows. It couldn’t be anyone else other than Logan Anderson. I have incredibly distinct memories of this one… Back in 2009, when I was in Grade 8. Oh it was unbearable; the bullying. I felt as if I had already died and gone to an eternal hell.  Until he came. Finding someone like him, at a time like that... is like finding an angel in hell. He saved me; I indirectly owed him my life. But he left, just like that. But now, my guardian angel has returned, standing there; eighteen and mesmerizingly beautiful. And still waiting for my acknowledgements, yet I haven’t spoken a single word…

Monday, October 13th 2014 – Home (supposed to be doing my homework)

Why haven’t I thanked Logan yet? He must think I’m a horrible person. But I’m not… Am I? I love him, I’m just… scared of what his reaction would be if I was to confess my love for him. Urgh, idiotic self-esteem and courage.

Sunday, November 12th 2014 – Home

Sorry that I couldn’t write much; the overload of work at Uni is disastrous… But fate had given me the perfect moment to say something to Logan… I was daydreaming about impossible scenarios about Logan, as usual. As I was staring into space, I noticed a pair of deep, curious eyes gazing at me; Logan’s. I opened my mouth to confess, however fear overcame my senses, and I turned away in embarrassment... I’m so annoying.

But I have tried something else; I hope that he would read it. Maybe even respond… Hopefully.

Thursday, November 25th 2014 – Lincoln Park, Chicago @ 6:58pm (waiting for my guardian angel)

What if Logan never read my note? What if he ignores my note? What if he’s got other plans? What if he doesn’t come? What if he hates me? What if it’s too late to thank him? What will he think? Wha

Thursday, November 25th 2013 – Home, Chicago @ 9:29pm

I.He.It.We.

“In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.” – Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One

It all began when I saw him striding towards me. “He came”, I sighed as a gush of relief flooded my heart, nonetheless my fear gradually began intensifying and overcoming my senses… “How am I supposed to tell him?” He was only an arms distance away. “Logan I-“; he silenced me, as he hesitantly raised his brawny hands and caressed my face, while his deep, russet eyes stayed locked onto mine. Before I knew it, he leaned in slowly towards me, and his lips met mine.

The hands of time ceased as we moved in perfect harmony; our eyes closed with craving, our hearts pounding rapidly as a symphony and our lips untameable, wild and free. He was passionate, fiery even; which starkly contrasted with his timid personality. A personality that was rapidly slipping from my mind as I focused on his luscious lips which tasted alluringly of champagne. Sparks flew as my inquisitive hands ran through his glossy, exotically-fragranced hair. His fingers combed through my hair, then trailed softly down my spine until reaching the small of my back, where his hand paused and pulled my body closer as he pulled away. His lips returned to my neck, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered in a smoky, dead-sexy voice, “You should be kissed every day, every hour, every minute... I love you.” “I love you, my guardian angel”, I dreamily replied as he beamed; realizing that I’ve recognised him from the moment I laid my eyes on him. I gazed deeply into Logan’s gleaming eyes, “Forever?” I asked; “Forever” he assured me.

Saturday.

WHY? WHY ME?  WHY HIM? HE NEVER DESERVED THIS.

When a man is that special, you know it sooner than you think possible. You recognize it instinctively, and you're certain that no matter what happens, there will never be another one like him. And when your own beam of light, your true love, your guardian angel just

LOGAN ANDERSON NEVER DESERVED TO DIE.

How can someone just collide into his innocent Ford? How?

I didn’t save my guardian angel. And I owed him my life…