So you ask me why do I call myself still “single”. Just because I find peace in you doesnt mean I belong to you. Your presence does make me smile but not always. I know you care alot for me but it sometimes suffocates me. It feels so differently good when you’re around but I prefer sitting alone at times. Your concern has always been so warming but it fears me now. The way you find all rights in my wrongs is so beautiful yet tragic. I so want you to fly with me but I want my feathers to be free. You know me so well but you ask me, why I still call myself “Single”. Because even after knowing me that well, you ask me this.