My heart is so sensitive and fragile, sometimes I wish I was stronger like my best friend. Sometimes she reminds me of a fallen angel, a little rebel but shes gentle like the feeling of a rose brushed against your face.
I awoke to a phone call, a phone call broke my fragile heart. I quickly got dressed. My anger took the best of me and tears welled up in my eyes, she was standing there. I didn't want her to see this way so I took a step forward as she touched my arm, and for a reason I don't know why, I turned.
She said "Come here". She embraced me in a hug that seemed to kill the pain. God? Did you send me a fallen angel? The moments passed but it seemed like an eternity while she embraced me.
She stroked my hair like I was a little girl. I let go, and I looked at her with pleading eyes, she pushed the hair away from my hidden face. She spoke words of advice that of only angels would give. I love her so much sometimes she can heal my broken fragile heart with just her smile.
The feeling that washed over me that moment I cant explain it but it felt good, all the pain gone. She may not be an angel but shes my friend and some day when the time comes I will help her like she helped me. After all isn't that what friends are for?
