I'm just a low demon that managed to bring down this angel for myself. Look at him, with his stupid black curly locks and shinning smile. So perfect that my heart burns. So brilliant that it blinds me. And I'm just... Well, I'm me. Sometimes I wish I knew why he likes me when we can't even touch too much, guess that angels doesn't give a damn about touch starved. But I do, and he knows. Sometimes I see the sadness in his eyes, for not being able to satisfy me. This is so wrong.
I love him.