For the first time, instead of filling myself with Louisa Clark's gratefullness of having such man, or her slight grief, then her captivating freedom I...found my way to feel deeply upon How it is like to be in William Traynor's shoes. It could've been wonderful to watch the person you love, spread her wings But, You also tend to have this ability to be constantly reminded That you are dying of having broken wings That you are digging your own grave, not knowing any better way to go With sincerest smile and memories you wish to hold forever in your arms That you shut your eyes tightly so that the tears won't come down So that the fear of dying will fade behind your closed door.