I wonder if love exists between us, even up here in this godforsaken sky. I'm curious. It seems like it should, so why hasn't it happened yet?

Today, I loiter near the clouds you frequent, pretending everything is normal. I'm anxious that I might run into you, yet even more anxious that you might not show up.

Oh, there you are, flying in from the distance. I hate how you're trying to make today another day full of love for those humans, but that's how much I look only at you and love only you.

I stare at you from afar, then slowly approach... or rather, I charge straight at you and bury myself in your arms. As expected, you're warm today too. It's obvious, but I think you're the warmest and kindest angel in this place.

I say nothing, just nuzzling into your embrace. In your warm, cozy, and dearly beloved arms. I feel like I wouldn't mind dying if it were in your arms.