Angels Still Watch Over Me.

A week ago I went downtown with Benn and well, we ended up cuddling in the park. I lost my favorite and most prized necklace. It was a beautiful angel I bought at the National Cathedral. I bought my angel because she was the angel of friendship, and I've always struggled with friends. I wore her and she always seemed to comfort me, not that I'm religious, but she was still comforting. I had never seen real snow before buying her. I had her in my hand and I wrapped myself up in a bundle coats and fabrics to keep me warm, and I walked outside. It was snowing, and a totally different kind of snow than what we get in Greenville. It was beautiful and pure. I just stood outside with my face toward the clouds until I had snowflakes in my eyelashes. I had worn her every day, every minute until her chain broke and I connected her to my favorite color green ribbon. I miss her dearly. I need to find a replacement. I think it's silly how much I valued her, how much I depended on her to make friends. Angel's still watch over me.