Outgrowth

I read a book that says that love only gets old if you let it.

I can’t remember when we stopped writing love letters and started crying under the sheets.

I can’t remember when we stopped watering our roots. I can’t remember when we started competing for the light. Whenever someone asks about you, I can only say we outgrew each other.

I believe that’s the truth.

Maybe we just got tired.

– her