Are we really meant to live our dreams?
I am a Caterpillar....although I am in my cacocoon snug and safe....I will never emerge into the butterfly I dream to be...the butterfly you are alreadyr...although I dream of being the butterfly and basking in the freedom of flight....I cannot become the butterfly when I have only the mind of the Caterpillar...just as you cannot be the Caterpillar when you are already the butterfly and so appreciate the beauty of the flight.
I love you and I can no more change that than I can metamorphose into the butterfly nor can I expect the butterfly to clip her wings. I can only try once more to be enough.......where I have never succeeded before.
I will not and cannot give you up....I cannot set you free....I can only deal with my feelings of regret for wrongly hoping beyond all hope that you would if you could give your wings up for me.
Now to sleep....for to dream of flying with the butterflies.....