At least one try…

She is my fuel, and she is going far away from me. The distance is about to become real in some days, and now I started questioning myself: is this the only way?

I know it is.

She is a bird who wants to fly. For her to fly, I have to clear up the sky. Without her being near me, my life is going to be dry. But that is fine; we have to give our dreams at least one try.