What if there were angels? What if angels envied us? What if all they wanted was to wake up, read the papers and feed the dog? Even if they could feel no fear and pain, move at the speed of thought, speak all the languages in the world and hear the song of God.
What if to one of them, one breath of your hair, one kiss of your mouth and one touch of your hand was preferable to an eternity without it?
What if you were so important to him that all he wanted was to know what a pear tastes like to you? What if he had eyes that could see right into your soul? What if he gave up forever to touch you, only to lose you after one night? Will you believe? When they ask you what you liked best, will you tell them it’s him?
I love Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage. How does Nicholas Cage manage to look so tortured, so pained and yet so serene and beautiful at the same time?
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t wanna go home right now