I'm not asking for a perfect you.
Because everytime I look at you, it's like a moderate breeze, a wind that caresses your cheek which could possibly blow you away, or shatter your fragile self into a million pieces.
I'm not asking for you to change.
Because if who you want to be is someone you're not, it means you need to believe in who you want to be. Otherwise, who you want to be essentially doesn't exist.
I'm not asking for a hero.
Because sometimes even heroes have broken wings.