Someone once told me to let you fly and if you come back, you're mine. But the possessive me doesn't want to even let the possibility of you flying even happen. Why? Maybe because of fear. And no, I don't want you to become the same. Ever.
Many things happen in split seconds, you don't even realise it until it happens. And sometimes, it's just too late.
and even if I ask you not to, you still will go and keep silent about it. And I'll hate it when I find out... Idk what I should or shouldn't do...
