and maybe guardian angels are real. maybe they're just hidden within ordinary people. people you call your brother, your sister, your best friends, and maybe even your partners. maybe they haven't even been discovered yet. maybe the magic they have, is the joy they bring. the way they can get you to smile in the easiest of ways, the way they sense your pain, the way they're there for you regardless of the distance you may feel between you, and them. they protect you as much as they can from the world, they keep you close, they keep you safe— at least they try to, and you know they do. they're sincere, and genuine, and they don't give you lies, you know they don't. and as modest as they may be, they know they're worth something. to themselves, to you, and to the world. though the world may have even been ******* them for it, they've been strong for you, even while giving you their strength, and being your rock.

they are not perfect. as angelic as they may be, may seem. everyone has darkness cast upon them, even the one you'd never believe. illnesses, both mental and physical, have taken a toll on this world and they can get the best of us. that's why we have those special people. that's why they have us, for guardian angels don't work alone. i don't believe that. no, because each and every one of us is a guardian angel, for others, and not just one. we all brighten people's day, we all help other's in some way, even if we aren't aware of it.

we are all made of that magic, and carry that extraordinary power.

and we all work together.

we take care of each other, for we are all of the same blood.

guardian angels we are.