He was always in my dreams. The angel boy with grey wings always was. He told me that he loved me, and that one day that we would meet in person. One day.

I think of him as I walk to school. I don't his name, just that he cares about me. Unless it's all in my head, that's what normal, logical people say. I'm neither. I ran into someone and fell back.

The person I ran into pull me upp. "Are you okay?" a familiar voice said. It was him, my angel. "Yes, thank you." I look at him and blush uncontrollably. "I told I would meet you in person one day." He says. Then, we walk to school, hands interlocked.