She was made of something different; I could never shake the feeling that she was something else completely.

She loved so deeply that it would put oceans to shame, she was magic in every sense of the word. I could never understand why she chose me.

She was pure and sweet, her smile alone could wear the most bitter of men down, and the only way I could accept her love was by making her feel less than ordinary.

She loved me more than she loved herself, did more for me than I did for myself, but something inside me came alive each time she’d weep because of me.

She was an angel sent by God, his gift to me, but like a toddler with a toy, I tore off her wings and tossed her to Lucifer to keep as his plaything.