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The day I met him he told me he was one thousand and sixty two years old. Of course I didn’t believe him, just like you won’t believe me. How could I believe him? He couldn’t be old, he had the face of an angel. If there were such things as angels then he would have been one. Clearly. But I didn’t believe in angels so I guessed that he couldn’t have been more than twenty five; though isn’t it funny how very difficult it is to estimate the age of some people? Though most wouldn’t say that about me now…
Sadly the day I met him was the only day I ever met him.
“Are you an angel?” I said to him as we shared a vanilla milkshake with two straws. Vanilla is always the best flavour.
“We’re all angels aren’t we?” he said.
His eyes glinted in reflected sunlight as he said it. I could almost have believed that he actually had a halo there and then. A real halo floating above his head. Although if I’m honest that thought has only occurred to me now as I write this.
I suppose some might say it was youthful lust, or at least a deep-seated attraction. It’s funny how girls use supernatural phrases to describe the men they are attracted to. Things like ’Greek god’ and ’Adonis’. Dylan…was that his name? Do you know I really have no idea what his name was? Anyway, ’Dylan’ was an angel. Definitely an angel.
Romantic writers often talk of ’electricity’ between those who are attracted to one another and I can honestly say that was only time in my life that I ever felt anything like it. I don’t suppose I will ever feel it again. You could almost see the sparks leaping between our fingers even though we were yet to touch. Touching. It was like all I wanted to do was touch him. My skin screaming out to touch him; this stranger I had only just met, and I wanted to touch him so badly and it didn’t seem weird at all. I wanted him naked. Truly.
I suppose you could say I was under his ’spell’; another cliche of the romance novelist.
“What do you mean we are all angels?” I said.
I can remember every word and the tone of his voice. I’ve replayed the conversation in my head over and over ever since.
“Well, we all have angelic capacities don’t you think?” he said, “the ability to be kind and compassionate, loving and thoughtful. The ability to help others without a single thought for ourselves?” might be that will choose to hold my hand in a thousan
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