An Angel to watch over me

I used to have an angel to watch over me. Always there when I needed someone to talk to, to rant at and to laugh with. But one fine day, everything changed. All because I started to take things for granted. As the breaking point of mounting pressure, I exploded. Hurling all those harsh words at Angel, without thinking of the consequence. Angel was hurt and confused, tried very hard to help me clear up the mess in my life. But I didn't appreciated.

So Angel left me alone, to clear my head and sort things out. Without Angel's help, I sink deeper into despair. I felt we were drifting further away. Instead of doing something constructive to heal his wounds, I did the unthinkable. I cut Angel away from my life. There were no more text messenges, late phone calls and I even chose to look away from Angel, when he's around.

But it hurts. Really hurts. But the tears would not come. For the pain was soo acute that I was numbed. Every night, I laid in bed, aching to hear his voice, as we shared the day's events.

Patiently, Angel waited. Until one day, he cannot take it anymore. He called. I coldly queried his purpose in calling. In the end, he spoke, for the first time, of his feelings. It's fine if I just want to be friends. I have enclosed myself, and cut him off. It hurts and he is confused.

Can I mend something we have build in two years? It has always been easier to break things than make. Relationship? I don't know. All I know now, is to try and untie the knots in me. Talk might be the solution, but things will never be the same again. Or can they?