Petals everywhere

We were walking a slow romantic path full of rose petals that smelt of the sweet aroma of palm I was holding and felt like the heart that I was hugging dearly. This love we were binding each other with was beyond human perception. She was not a human but an angel. For real, she was a real angel and the path we were walking on was a small fragment of the part of huge universe I’d created just to cling onto that angel and see that beautiful soulful smile on her face. In the real world I was disabled mentally, temporarily may be. I don’t know. I don’t remember exactly what I was going through at the moment. Maybe I was schizophrenic. I will tell you when I remember. Now where was I? Aah, yes… The road… It was so beautiful, far from the reach of jealous devils, at least that’s what I was thinking. Who knows where devil may secretly set its foot at. It comes without warning sometimes. The other times you can’t keep your emotions in check and mess things up. As I was holding her hands, I was literally praying to god I wouldn’t run into a monster of some kind. Noticing my full of worry face, she gently and oh god, so beautifully whispered to my ears, “I’m here. So no monsters will ever dare to touch you. You’re my everything. I can read you, you know.” We then both blushed and laughed and I remember patting her forehead and her giggling. The road was so red, red of roses, and of blood. There was no any sight of thorns on this mysterious way. A more mysterious happening was, her feet was bleeding heavily but still smiling. I would not see the thorns but she would. I would not feel thorns but she would. It was one of her magical powers. She was doing this for me. All she wanted was for me to enjoy the most beautiful scenery I had ever seen in my life. That’s why she was my angel.