Letter

"Only Lovers Can Believe in Angels"

- a motto taken from a poem by Father Twardowski:

"I don't know how long I lay there, blowing soap bubbles with my right hand. I wondered why I hadn't gone to Him.

I was so close. I lacked the courage, I turned around in the middle of the crosswalk. The light turned green, and all I heard was the screeching of tires—the driver desperately wanted to brake.

It's a shame I died. It's truly a shame. Down there, I left so many unsent letters, unfinished business, unspoken words... And the saddest thing: the unresolved matter of US. Me and Him. I didn't fully know who he was to me, who I was to him, who we were to each other." Whenever one of us was leaving, he wrote... I'll never send another letter to Him, but what harm can it do to write... " - I put down the bubbles, turned onto my stomach, adjusted the cloud and began like this:

"My dear... - I sighed - I'm so curious how you're doing. I'm fine, I just miss you a little. More than a little, actually. Okay, I miss you terribly! On Earth, I could see you every day - it doesn't matter that you were taking out the trash or opening the car door for your grandmother. I treated every sight of you as a gift from God. You were very close to me... And when we were at the cinema, and also when we danced together in the mountains. Many years ago, you became my muse. I left several times, and you left... But each time we came back to each other. I loved you with all my little heart, but I never told you that. I didn't have time...

You know, I had already pulled myself together and went to you, I wanted to I just want you to open your arms to me, and then I could cuddle up to you and not have to say a word. I wish I had done it sooner, that you didn't know how I felt—maybe then everything would have turned out differently?

Everyone here is so kind to me, just like in expensive perfume shops or phone shops, and the clouds, although they don't taste like cotton candy, are just as soft. There's no money, only love. It's a shame ours won't unfold... Because of all this, I think I don't deserve happiness. I lived too short a life to earn it. And my happiness is you. You don't even know how much I regret dying!" I finished, put down my pen, and was about to get up when suddenly I saw something so beautiful that I fell back down. The angel was suspended in midair, a few centimeters above my cloud. He was wearing a blue robe, and his lush golden hair was braided into a blue headband.

"Hello," he said, almost singing, "Today I'm almost like a goldfish. Almost, because I can fulfill one of your wishes."

The surprise left me speechless. Fortunately, not reason, or whatever it is I have in my little head.

"Angel, could you send this letter?" I suggested, showing him the card.

"Wouldn't you prefer something better? Like going back to Earth? Even for a moment?

" "You have no idea how much I'd love to! But unfortunately, that's impossible..." I said sadly.

"Anything is possible here. The Creator has given you a second chance. Leave this letter here, close your eyes, count to one hundred, and... this time, watch out for cars! "

"Really?"

The angel didn't answer, just smiled and disappeared. He vanished into thin air. As suddenly as he arrived.

As instructed, I followed instructions. Already at ninety-something, sounds from the street reached me. I opened my eyes. "Unbelievable!" I screamed inwardly. I was standing in the middle of the lanes, THESE lanes. The green light was flashing.

"Hurry up, lady! You wait here a little longer and someone will run you over!" I heard from a car.

I shook myself and crossed the crosswalk. I stood in front of a tall, colorful apartment building. His apartment building. Behind me was mine. Only the street had always separated us. Approaching the intercom, I had only one thought in my mind: "Give him a big hug!" I rang the bell. No one answered. I was starting to lose hope, but it was unlocked, so I decided to go upstairs. He finally opened the door. Standing before me was the same handsome, eighteen-year-old, brown-eyed young man I'd known for so many years. I was about to do what I'd come here for, but when I looked at him, something was wrong. His face showed surprise and indifference! As if it weren't him, or if it were...

"Good morning," he replied dryly. "Excuse me?"

"It's me, Ania! Don't you recognize me? Don't joke!

" "I'm sorry, I don't know you.

" "Do you have amnesia?" I asked

. "I'm sorry... goodbye, and have a nice day!

" "It won't be nice at all! But it will be the worst of my life!" I told myself.

Tears, as if waiting for him to disappear, flew from my eyes like a slingshot. I went downstairs and returned to the crosswalk. Suddenly, I saw someone who reminded me so much of myself. Unbelievably, it was me! She was crossing the zebra crossing on the ground and suddenly stopped. I ran to her as she was about to change her planned direction.

"Excuse me, Ania?" I said, catching my breath.

"Yes, but... I don't know you," she replied

. "Never mind. Let's cross the crosswalk; I absolutely have something to tell you."

We actually ran because the light had already turned red and cars were honking at us.

"Listen to me," I began after a moment of rest. "This may sound strange, but I know who you are, who you were heading towards, or rather, who you were trying to get away from. Go to him and give him a big hug!" Ania listened with bated breath and wide eyes. "Because someday you might regret not doing this, and it will be too late! Go ahead! Don't look at me like that!" I smiled to myself.

"I was given a second chance to save myself? Who am I now, if I helped myself? That's strange. Twisted."

The girl left. Suddenly, I heard sounds that grew louder as time passed. My head started to split. I spun 360 degrees around my axis several times and fell to the ground. "

Wake up, sleepyhead! Wake up!" a very nice, warm, and familiar voice spoke to me.

I opened my eyes.

"I love you, and you're sleeping," I heard, and saw before me the same brown eyes I'd just dreamed about. He smiled.

"I love you too, you know? I love you, I love you, I love you!" I cried, kissing his neck and cheeks.

"Do you love me that much?" I heard him say, and he took my face in his hands. "You never told me."

"I know, but I'd rather do it now because one day it might be too late. You don't even know how happy I am to be alive!" I said. He smiled strangely at first, but then as usual, and hugged me tightly. He held an envelope with a card sticking out. The first words were:

"My dear..." "

Where did you get this?" I asked, surprised after a moment

. "What, are you kidding? It's a sad, a bit strange, but the most beautiful letter you've ever written me! It arrived in the mail today. I just don't know how you managed to stamp it with the word "HEAVEN"..." He smiled.

"I don't know either," I replied to myself, smiling back.