Two years ago an angel entered my life. She saved me. For the first time in a long time, I had hope. There was a real, open and honest, connection. Maybe the timing was wrong, and maybe it wasn’t meant to last, but an angel none the less saved me.
She dared to dream, even as she struggled. She shared her dreams, and I fell so deeply in love with her that I would do whatever I can to make her dreams come true. Even if that was packing her up to move away from me, helping write her resume and cover letters, and even saying good bye as she moves on.
For, I am grateful for the time she was in my life, and I can only hope that someday she will be in my life again. And, if she never is, she taught me hope and love again. Something I thought I would never have, but now I have hope for every day.
Thank you my angel.
