I met a girl. She’s completely different from you. Her voice is very small and quiet. She dislikes crowd and loud noises. She wakes early and sleeps late. She doesn’t like cats, but her favourite animal is a lion. She loves writing although she is not very good at it. She writes about people, about life. If she were a colour, she’d be white, simply white. I caught a glimpse of her world; it’s boring and plain, but I’ll survive. I’ll live. You would probably hate her, but I think I want to protect her.

You should let go too.