We were flying so high day by day, but you fell.....i frowned at you. not because I was mad at you, I didn't want anybody to see your fall.

Somehow, you threw your hands that I could pick you up. I couldn't hesitate and I pulled you up, so we climbed up into the sky again.

we danced the dance of lovers as we sore higher and higher day by day again.

I was lost in the moments and I thought I would never have a reason to walk amongst humans again because I was having the best time of my life up there in the skies with you.

But your wings became stronger and more radiant by the day. mine had become old because I never took the time to take care of it while I was busy making sure you have the best wings because I didn't want to see you fall again.

So you would go about with your beautiful wings and sore so high, that i have to wait day by day for you to come down to my level.....you were now having the best times of your life........our life became a mystery to me as i wondered when I'll get to...