Maybe I’m still afraid to approach anyone new, because I’m still living under your shadows. Maybe a part of me doesn’t want to start anew, because I’m still crying like yesterday. Maybe you are the wings I used to need, and now I don’t need it anymore. But wings make me fear that I’ll be dependent, that I’ll love the way I never should. Maybe I shouldn’t have put the shadows you have given me into the lives of others. Maybe, I should have learnt to be strong alone, rather than needing anyone else.