I always believed that I was not alone. When I am sad and crying, when the cold invades, when I fall madly, there is always someone accompanying me like a shadow, and there is always a pair of wings that hold me up with the warmest attitude.
The man was behind me, and just like now, my pupils were filled with moisture, and he was smiling.
I know that person, that person is looking at me typing some words with anxiety, and I want to tell it, I love you!
That person, that it, is my guardian angel. It silently makes me happy behind me, cries with me, and lets me indulge.
There is a silly feeling, but it is true. I think that although I cannot see my angel, I can at least feel it. I know that it is behind me. With my natural perception, I believe that the angel who protects us is watching us now.
So I'm going to tell it in my own way, I hear your love, I feel your love, and I love you.