I wanted to fly, but you weren't ready to grow wings.

I wanted to touch the sky, but you weren't ready to reach that high.

I wanted to swim to the ocean floor, but you weren't ready to hold your breath.

I wanted to see the center of the earth, but you weren't ready to dig.

You were never ready, no matter how much I wanted.

I wanted to let go, but I was never ready.

I guess we have something in common.