when angels fall

sometimes, angels fall.

in reality, angels are the epitome of everything perfect. that's why we call the people around us whom we consider special as "angels" as they personify perfection in the way we thought it shoul be.

but sometimes. stars fall.
angels fall. they do end up
disappointing the people
who believed in them.

i feel sad whenever i remember what i just did. i can see the pain in his eyes. the way they hold disbelief, holding back the surprise and anger yet he maintain this composure of being alright.

and i was his angel.

i saw him walking away. literally a million paces from me now. i called his name and run faster, faster that i can ever imagine.

i have to get him back.

he ended up the conversation, barely accepting my apology. he blamed himself. i blamed mine.

an angel in the wrong.

i can hear our conversation before the incident, when he told me i was an angel. and 24 hours later, i hurt him.

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angels fall. they sometimes
end up disappointing the
people who believed in them.

well you see, i am not angel.
though i want to be.
i am not perfect.
i hurt people for just
being me...