My Angel

Dear Guardian Angel,
I do not know who you are.
At first I thought you were somebody with whom I play jokes with (my daughter), but with the last few comments that you made on my posts, I start to wonder.
I went back to all the remarks you made. They were written in guiding light, but at the same time, they were reprimanding. All the more, that made me wonder.
Think. Think. Hmmm.
If my hunch is right, then this is what I will say to you. Thank you for watching over me. I know you care for me, otherwise you wouldn't have bothered to follow the pages of my life.
But realize you are the immortal. You are the secret that I keep in my heart, but which I cannot touch as it is forbidden. Forbidden not by the rules of morality, but forbidden by the standards of society.
Nevertheless, I do care for you too. You were there for me during my darkest hour and I know you will always be there. You brought the smile to my eyes so that I can see you the way you want me to. You helped me spread these wings again -- that were broken by the cruelties of the earth. Wounded I am, you nursed my heart to beat back to life. You kept the flicker of hope lit for as long as it can. But sadly, the hope cannot linger.
I am mortal. My body will crumble back to ashes when the time comes, but you will remain as you are. Therefore, you and I can never be. You will but remain the angel to guide and look after me.