Once I thought if I tried to hide my feelings just like everybody else, that no one would consider me a weak soul. But the more I tried to hide myself, the more I wanted to know how to fly. And when I tried to say, "I love you," to say, "I'm sorry," to say that, "You are beautiful," without the fear of rejection, without the fear of hitting solid ground, I learned how to fly past the clouds and reach infinity. Now I know that if I say, "I love you," that it would be true.
And it would be the best that my heart could ever offer. For you.