Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
Once you want something, everything changes.
Remembering is part of thinking, but not all of it.
When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.
And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.
Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.