I knew a girl with curly hair down to her elbows. She used to make me laugh and tell me stories of her friends who were cruel. She did so to tell me that there were many of the sort and women aren’t all angels. This calmed me down to know I have not been the one ripping the wings of the women I met. This calmed me down because in dispelling a fairytale, she brought about one truth: Angels did exist. Even if in small numbers. I am happy to have met at least one. We didn’t know each other long or even well but as I’ve found to happen quite often, it doesn’t take either to be able to change your life. Thank you old friend.
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