Was it right or wrong to meet him? I have no idea.
One is me looking up to the sky in hell, the other is him in heaven looking down at the earth, one is me who is tired of the world in good times, and the other is him looking forward to hope in desperate times. Why did we meet, and why are we together? I suddenly found that this was a difficult question to answer. Did I break his wings or did he save my soul?