About 4 months ago, i was heavily involved with drug, alcohol abuse, cigarettes, partying, shop-lifting, graffiti, etc. I was doing really shitty. But then, one day, outside of school, out of nowhere, came someone that I believe was destined to save me. I had Biology with this angel, and i had liked her since the first day i saw her. I had simply denounced her as a possibility. I thought she was waaaaaay out of my league, and i was blindsided when she asked for my number. And then i remembered how much we had flirted, and talked, and hinted at each other during class. And i realized, this could happen. Later that day I was invited to smoke marijuana with some friends like usual, i declined using the legitimate and quite over-used excuse of "to much homework". And all i did was think of her, and she texted me when i was eating with some friends later that day and asked if I wanted to see a movie with her. I was so... surprised. I spent hours staring at my phone that day. And then when my life hits rock bottom, this angel is there to fly me up to cloud nine. And i can't help but hold on. I've never felt this high on ANY drug or in ANY situation. So why do them? I have an angel, and I'm on cloud nine.
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Later on, I learn the new's that my father is being laid off. I am so worried in the beginning. Of course I tell the angel, she'll take my wishes to God. And even if there isn't a God, she can make the problems disappear herself. I cry in front of her, she wipes my tears. I call her, she answers. I kiss her, she kisses me back. And most of all, I offer her problems, and she gives back joy. I just wish i could do for her what she has for me.
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I am in debt to her, and she knows who she is.
I believe in angels, and I'm lucky enough to be in love with one.
I love you Alex
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-Peter