When an Angel cries…

     Ask me what it is and I don’t know why…  We really haven’t had the time to talk and see each other the past few weeks.  I really do miss him, and it’s only now that I’ve come to realize how much I have come to depend on his constant presence… It was my saving grace while I was in Japan, and the joy of my existence since I came back here…  I love him… and I need him almost as much as that…

     I have come of age, and the real world beckons with prospects of a brilliant career and a bright future; of dreams fulfilled and ambitions achieved.  Like everything else, it comes with a price.  I hope and I pray that the love we have so painstakingly built would not crumble, and instead continually grow and flourish, even through the turning of the tides…

     I hear amibiguous echoes in the silence of the night whose darkness envelops me in a cold cocoon.  Echoes that seem to speak of ripples through the serenity of glassy waters.  Touching my cheek, I realize that the cold is brought about by streams of my tears… and the echoes are the resonance of empathy… when an angel cries…