You are an Angel. You changed my life.
I know how this story goes. Now I am an Angel, I can do no wrong. But then, times will come, difficult and hard to endure. And when things get difficult, we try to make them easy, and what could be easier than picking fights with Angels, trying to infuriate love? You have no opposition, you are welcomed with receptivity. You don’t think of holding back, when someone is taking in all that you have to give.
I made the mistake of giving back what I was given, thinking we are alike, thinking we are the same, and equal. I made the mistake of believing you are just as beautiful as me, I am just as beautiful as you.
So now, I am no longer an Angel. I would be enchanted to be a sinner, a lost and confused mortal, but you crucify me and deem me the Devil.
So now that I am sinful, and guilty of mortal crimes, can we agree, that you are just as beautiful as me, and I am just as beautiful as you?