Gabriel's Paragon Journey

She now stared at me straight in the eyes and gave a polite smile of appreciation. How I loved the look in her brown vivid eyes, the brightness of her smile and the way she softly laid her hand on my solid chest. "This must be it," I thought. I really believed she cared for me and could now start to hope that I had finally found the one.

As I stared back at her beautiful face, and saw the reflection of myself in her eyes, which sadly reminded me of who I have now become, she moved forward as if she was about to put her arms around my waist and hug me, only to hold her gesture back at the very last moment, respectfully. Her approach had been perfect. All this excitement reminded me that I had once lived that kind of romance, a long time ago.

Up to that very moment, I had sought for something comparable but had never trusted I’d find it. Of course, as I have told you before, I amazed more than one with the way I look, but I have never felt the kind of connection I had experienced with that woman a few moments before.

She hadn't spoken a word and I understood her completely. It was as though I knew her already, although I knew nothing of her as she knew nothing of me.

She had walked out of the gallery now. Sadness, I felt. She had left without saying a word. Just a smile and a last look at me as she opened the door of the store dropping her sunglasses from her head back to her eyes. I accepted her last glance as an unspoken promise that she would soon come back for me.

For some reason, I truly believed that she would come back... "Would she?" I questioned. I needed to convince myself of my chances of success with her just like I always trusted I could complete the task I had started before I had become what I am today.

I always have been like this. It must be the way I was made, a little less than two thousand years ago.

Oh! By the way, my name is Gabriel.

I am immortal.

This is not exactly the way I had planned to live my life in the beginning, but I have to admit that living through time has had its advantages.

It all started when I was still a young man. The form I have today is a very close representation of how I looked nearly two thousand years ago.

How I physically appear has not changed too much, but I allow myself to think that two millennia have had quite an impact on the way I now interpret things around me. Although you must not be too impressed with the way I earlier described my feelings and thoughts on how I conceived a relationship with a woman, and I must excuse myself if I have already offended you! In matters of love and relationship, I confess, I have not matured much yet. I am quite the same as when I was about fifteen, when I really think of it.

There is another side of me that I also have tried to work on but have not been able to change very much, though this had the favorable consequence of allowing me to write to you today.

I always have believed that I could find the answer to any question. Whatever the subject was, if there was something I did not comprehend, I would make it become my priority and work my way to a solution. I looked for explanations on the significance of life since my early teens. I appealed to all forms of spirits I thought could help, to the many Roman gods of my youth. Later I prayed to the lonely highest entity I have came to believe in, which you call God. I even begged his angels, in which I never really believed have had existed (before I had become one myself) hoping they could or would help me in my quest. I needed to know why and how things around me had come to life and more importantly how and why did I come to existence?