The bell rings, signaling that school is out for the day. Everyone rushes out to go home, including me. I head over to my bike and look up to see him watching me. He sees that I notice him and disappears into the shadows. I call this man my dark angel.
For as long as I can remember he has been watching over me. Even when I know he's not around, I can still feel him watching me from somewhere. I can't help but feel this bond between him, like the love of a parent and child, only stronger. He is my guardian angel, only I call him my dark angel because he is always wearing black. The only time I've ever seen him wear otherwise is in my dreams.
Most of my dreams consist of the two of us living in a cottage in the forest together. And we spend the day playing games and having tea parties. He always holds me and tells me he loves me. He is my best friend.
Whenever I feel him watching over me, I feel protected and loved, like he would never let anything hurt me. I want so badly to meet him in person, but he is very shy. Why else would he run away every time he sees me looking at him? But the thing that always gets me is that almost every time I see him, especially when he knows that I see him, he starts to cry, as if he wanted to come up and just take me away with him but something is stopping him. Although one thing is for certain, he is real; I am not imagining him. And one day, we will finally meet face to face, and I will know what it feels like to be held in his embrace in person.
My dark angel, please come out from the darkness and be with me. I dream about you almost every night, wanting the life of the two of us alone together. I love you, my angel.