Deleted Member Posted June 26, 2011 An angel on my shoulder. It was a hot June morning, I was alone among the sweltering crowds of friends with me that thronged, boiling and confused. For though I was among them, I was not with them. My mind had paused on one magnificent thing, that somehow nobody else could see. It would in hindsight leave me most bemused. What I pondered, whilst alone and gazing across a parkland field was not a jewel, no man could buy this beauty. Nor was he an angel, though he was seraphic, he could never fall from grace. What I pondered was, I had been told, a friend of a friend. Though how anyone could know a beauty like him and yet also a wretch like me is unbelievable. He was to all intents a stranger, but still a beauty. His legs slender and smooth as the beams of the birch under which he sat cross legged. His torso, slim and perfect, a wide chest yet a delicate and shapely waist, undulating perfectly under a loose tee. His skin, pale and seamless like woven silk, hair light brown, straight and up to frame his face, Blue eyes shining like stars, framed with youth. A perfect smile, holding back a joyous laugh: no hoarse oaths could ever escape its innocent purity. A laugh crafted to bring delight, but not frantic or urgent, hoarse or buzzing, merely joyous. And a thought then ocured to me. A dream, screamed and howeled into my right ear by some naive angel. But this poor voice, no more than an argumentative child failed to see it was nothing more than some scheme, mad, beautiful and gainful. “Why not go over, just to say hello?" It said, "Why not get to know him better? Why not find some reason to go And compliment his divine sweater, it suits him well. Why not join in the game he’s playing? It doesn’t look that hard, you played it all before. Why not just try? Why are you delaying? Yes he’s cute, but you’re not that bad anymore. You met as strangers, be friends upon his parting. Why not leave a good impression; he’ll remember you that way. Why not invite him to your party? It’s only seven days. You could wile away the hours, happy and hearty. Why not try to make him do that cute lil’ smile? Why not smile back? that’s what you had your braces for. Why not go and ask to spend a while To hang around with him. Can you think of anything you could want more? Why not get his number? or give him yours. Invite him over next week? It’s not like he’d ignore.” But as if to answer a small, quiet, tiny whisper into my left ear. “You can’t be sure” With that, I cut off the Naive angel, and left the gem to his perfection. I don’t deserve it.