It’s weird growing up. And how time always makes up a part of the reason why people give up. And it’s weird we packed up all of this stuff. We bubble wrapped the breakables but overlooked our trust. My keepsakes were kept safe although I wish it had been us. Our promises were kept in the glass vase that fell while only ever having held flower buds. It’s weird growing up. And to not be enough. And that love is something that people give up.