I am not going to hold you back if ever you’ll decide to let go, or if ever you’ll set your heart to someone else, someone you can call your home. I am not going to make you promise that you won’t leave me, or promise that you won’t change. Just love me, enough to not make promises but show proof that you really do. I am not going to make you promise something to make me happy. But if you find your heart longing for someone else, or your arms wanting to wrap somebody else’s body, promise that you’ll muster the courage to say it to me. Promise that you’ll explain yourself even if the outcome is something I don’t want to hear, not in this lifetime. I’m continuously falling and I am not sure if I can promise myself to stop if you’re no longer there to catch me. I’ve already broken a lot of promises and I’m not sure if I’m going to break a whole lot more but if there’s something I can’t break, it’s the promise to help you fix your wings by breaking mine if it means I’ll get to see you fly.