When I first saw you I didn’t understand why no one else was staring; you had these gorgeous wings, like an angel would and they seemed to pull all the air towards them so that I had none left. Everyone else moved by, just slipping past them, as if they couldn’t see how stunningly beautiful they were, as if they couldn’t see how beautiful you were.
I started following you around, seeing your wings and being around your angel presence was addicting and soon, you started smiling at me, your hands nervously gripping the edges of your wings as if you knew I could see them. You asked me to stay over your house one night and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest. I wondered what you’d look like out of the Cheerios uniform, how radiant your wings would look, stretching out and glowing in your dark bedroom. We slept in the same bed that night and your hands stayed close to your own body but your wing encompassed me and made sure I was never cold. They were so soft, like the smallest fluffy feathers I find in the park but all over and they never seem to get dirty or ruffled or damaged. They’re magic, just like you.
I went as an angel to Halloween with you, just imagining what it would be like if I could be as blindingly beautiful as you, if I could make the muscles in my back stand out like when you stretch yours wings out. It didn’t work very well because after the first few drinks, one wing broke and I had to take you out the back because you were crying. I felt bad about my wings so I started taking them off, sad that I had to let the feeble illusion go. You pulled me close before I could though, your hands running over my shoulders to feel the plastic feathers, your eyes glowing in the barely there porch light. When you kissed me I wasn’t ready but your wings were wrapping around me to keep me standing and their soft, perfect pressure reminded me to kiss you back.
Everything about you was perfect; the tiny whimper you made when I finally stopped my hands shaking and ran them down your angel wings, the tiny puff of air you made against my lips as I smiled into you. Your hands were moving through my hair and I wanted to pause the world just so I could stay wrapped up in you, wrapped up in your magic.
You see them, don’t you? you asked me, your voice shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or how hard we had been kissing.
You’re beautiful, I replied, pulling you back into me, back to my lips that were already missing yours. From the way you were looking at me that night, I was almost sure that I had my own pair of magical wings, that I was almost as beautiful as you.
I love this so much.
