I felt her presence like a heat lamp on a winter day. It was cold that night but my mind was open and allured. Maybe the bourbon was tricking me with temptress-like after thoughts.
My mind kept whispering, "you've been here before don't fall prey" but I shunned my logical thoughts with great ignorance.
I proceeded with caution. I'm a strong man.
Then I saw her smile and the room lit up.
A bonfire ignited in me like never before.
The school of butterflies had just left class and were running wild throughout my body.
My left side was on the right side and my inside was on the outside. Nothing made sense, but everything was aligned the way it was supposed to be. The chronological time line. The esoteric symbology. Similar mission statements.
I lost my grip on subtlety, but grasped a new perspective on Energy. Feeling. Touch. Closeness.
I wasn't just speaking to another invisible person from the city.. I was engaging with an angel. Her beauty stemmed from her story, her anguish for life and soultry voice that could captivate even the unwilling, absorbed in me like an opiate.
My intentions were good and my heart was warmed.
Most people wait a lifetime for these encounters, unlike me, not everybody is touched by an Angel.
