Whenever she smiles, I smile too, even though she can't see me.
Whenever she's angry, I calm her down, even though she can't feel my hand caressing her back.
Whenever she feels like her world is crashing down, I stroke her bubblegum pink hair and whisper reassuring words, even though she can't hear me.
The one downside of being an angel is her not being able to see me, hear me, feel me.
I love her, even though she's human. I feel a... connection with her.
Whenever I touch her arm, I feel a tingly sensation. Whenever I kiss her cheek, I feel electricity.
And from the bewildered look on her face, I know she feels it, too.