13.4.09

My wings are flapping, but I still don't know how to fly.


It was hard to see our planets slowly drift apart with the atomosphere.
But, we should've noticed our conversations, and our looks.
Everything was slowly fading. We were starting to become strangers who lived in the same world. I've wanted nothing more then to show you how much you mean. How much I want you to realize what your worth? To show you how much of a hero you are to me.
You are a hero, you know? You stopped at the stop light, and realized when the green light glew, you were ready to start driving again. Sometimes you get off cue, I know that. But, everyone makes mistakes. Things can get so messed up sometimes. You taught me more things then I could thank you for. I'm glad that in the past couple days, our atmospheres came together. I sharred everything I've never talked to you about, somethings you were suprised about, other things not so much.
But, you know what? You listened to everything I had to say, and I'm so thankful that I don't have someone to busy to even listen to me. I just wanted to make a brief note to explain to you, you may think I think about everything that has been so messed up in my life, and your all to blame. But, it's nothing like that. I do blame you for what has happened, but it has lead us here, where we are now, in our warm and happy atmoshere. I don't think you understand that without you, I'm scared of the world. You hide behind your drinks, and I hide behind you. You never realized that, but that's how it's always been. A big game of follow the leader, but don't mess yourself up. I know what's good and bad for me, and I'm ready to get out in the big world. I'm going to be ready to spread my wings soon, promise to let me fly?
Get me out of my shell, give me a couple flying lessons, then watch me
fly.
Watch me fly right out of this town, and to where I belong.
I promise you, you did absolutly nothing wrong. You believed in me, and if I had to have anything in the world - hands down it would be you.

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