Guardian Angel?

I was looking through some pictures the other day when I came upon one that I've seen about a hundred times. It is one of Andrew and myself at his military ball this year. We are all dressed up and standing outside at a railing. I am not a fan of this picture, because I think that I look absolutely terrible, so my eyes focus on him - studying everything about him. And then I notice a strange flaw in the picture. A dim outline coming up from behind Andrew's shoulder and gently curving and then sloping downward. It might be a trick of the light or a defect in the camera. All I know is that it looks like the outline of a wing. A relaxed wing. The kind of wing you see attached to the back of an angel. How peculiar. I browse through some more pictures and find one of us in front of a statue. It is nighttime and there is wind and rain and a big, odd orange glow just above our heads. Strangely enough in the shape of a wing. Admittedly, there is a light fixture on a building somewhere in the background that contributed to this strange apparition, but it still does not stop me from wondering about the coincidental position of wing-like things in two separate photographs taken with two separate cameras in two separate locations. To top it all off, I am remembering a story Andrew told me about an encounter he had with an angel in his bedroom when he was very young. Could this be the same angel? Could this angel be following Andrew? Protecting him? Keeping him safe? My heart wants desperately to believe this. I hope it is so. It gives me happiness just thinking about it.

Waiting For Your Voice

I'm afraid to be too far from the phone. I don't want to miss a call from you. I'm afraid to be too far from the computer, in case you come on to talk to me. I know I have to be stronger and go out and do things but I'm not ready yet. Not when you're still so close. It will be even harder when you are gone. Those rare occasions when you are able to call - what if I'm not there? What if I can't answer because I am at work or school? Your voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I took it for granted before, and now it has become a delicacy. I want to be able to hear your voice every moment of every day. Do I sound obsessive? I think I sound obsessive. I just love you so much. More than anything else in the entire world. More than pwnies. More than candies.
Remember that little drawing you sent to me? I loved it then and now I love it even more. I can't wait until I can see you again. What I mean is, I -will- wait. I will wait for you. But I am so excited for the day that I can hold you in my arms after being apart for so long.

I love you too, sweetheart.