Who are you?

He asked me to meet you,

I thought you were my friend.

He asked me to imagine you, 

I thought you were my dream. 

He asked you to console me, 

I thought you were my angel.

He asked me to share my stories with you,

I thought you were my love.

You were but none of these to me, 

Just a hand to take me there, 

Through that path of love, 

And to leave me there safe, 

In the hands of destiny,

To color it with the phrases I scribbled.