By Mark Reels
His guardian angel sighed. How could he be protected from heartbreak?
She had just been nice to him. She inquired about his health and she made some small talk. She smiled and laughed at his jokes. She was nice, that was all.
But to his desperate soul, her kindness was like seed and water to fallow ground. Something took root and the fool called it love. She would be nice, of course, but he would be crushed.
The angel filled his memory with every humiliation and rejection he could find. The old pain was used to avoid a fresh, fatal wound.
Wow! I can relate to this more than I care to admit.
Excellent story.
Great story!
This really struck home. Great job!
The hard part is knowing just when to take one last risk. A good, all too familiar, story.