I'm a firm believe that the brown spots on your skin, formally known as freckles, are angel kisses. My dad's always told me that the few freckles I have were given to me by angels while I sleep, which I suppose sounds pretty creepy. Nonetheless, it always made me feel good. Why? Because I have a lone freckle on the top of my right hand. (JESSICA FACT: totally the reason why I know my right from left, btw)
*cue me and my romanticism*
When I was in elementary/middle school, I always dreamed that the angel kissed my hand in that whole chivalrous old school way and would always look out for me when I would act like an idiot. I couldn't really explain how many life-or-death situations I've been in due to my own stupidity or my body's failure, so angel kisses seemed like the natural choice =)
"You may not believe it, but you're my angel. You bring joy, but you don't know it. You guide me when it's hard to see, and I don't know which way to go. You do it with your beautiful face and glowing smile. I promise if you hold me close, I won't let anyone hurt my angel."
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