It's hard to fall in love with a fallen angel.
Every day, you watch him, and you know what he's supposed to be.
But he doesn't.
All you can do is guide him, step by step, trying to make every day a little better.
Some days aren't better than the last. Some aren't even better than the first.
But you keep stepping, and he keeps following, and you get there bit by bit.
Some days you can see his wings. You see them, and think, maybe he can too.
But he doesn't.
Maybe if he just turns his head a little.
So you coax him to turn his chin, to just catch a glimpse. Sometimes you think he does.
But other times he thinks you're joking, and will laugh it off.
But other times you scare him, and he pushes you away.
He doesn't push you away for long. He needs you as you need him.
Sometimes he thinks you're the angel, and tells you so.
You laugh, sometimes, or you just smile sadly. You aren't the angel.
But every once in a while, you take a glance over your shoulder.
And you see something for a moment.
But it isn't your wings. You aren't the angel.
But he wants you to believe you are.
And so, for a moment..
Even if only for a moment..
You believe him.
