Once upon a time, I met a being; fearsome, beautiful and bold; I was awed, smitten and fell completely in love. This must be Michael, the arcangel; so I thought. He sparked a fire in me and fanned the flame. Then came the possessiveness, the bluntness, I could see the pride; he could consume me with his darkness; this must be Lucifer. How could I not see? I could run away, but he had his tentacles in my heart; I could only go so far. I took the path of peace, followed the trail of faith, stilled my heart from beating wild with fear. I stared into the face of him who I once loved, he was no devil, and he wasn't an angel either. He was a man, who didn't want to be placed on any pinnacle. I looked into his eyes and saw the innocence, the frailness just beneath the beautiful brown soulful eyes that looked prideful. He was my friend and all I needed to do was questions
