She appeared when I'm in the midst of my darkness, lifting me up high. I wanted to shelter her, I wanted to make her mine but my secret would someday destroy us. If loving her have a consequence of risking her dreams, then I would rather stay hidden in the shadow of my own demons. She was the happiness beyond my darkness. Our love line could be at the fullest by doing the right thing, even if it hurts. If destroying myself would make her healed, then I'll position myself at risk. Because her happiness was more than enough, to make my heart at peace.