Outgrow

Two people were growing up together. Spending their time much in doing things they like, having junk food once in a while, celebrating the day they met, buying ice cream just to cheer up the sunny Sunday, getting breakfast together once a week, watching any random movies in cinema, singing along to the song on the radio, sharing not-literally-funny joke and laughing together, arguing much and being silent now and then, were that in love and happy and contented with everything. New Year's Eve with hopes and love on the phone, birthdays with surprises which not surprising, and being apart.

Love was easy back then for two people who were growing up together, because everything which was coming along could be gathered and synchronized. Because growing up together was fun. No matter how they changed never affecting much things between them. Because they got the same size, they could handle things with similar ways out, they earned and got the same thing.

This is a post inspired by tweets from my favorite author, Ika Natassa. When people who are in love deciding to be together, for a quite long time, they have to grow up together. No one should outgrow each other. Just like two puzzles that ever fitted, when one grew bigger, the another one couldn't get fit anymore. And they could not set as a pair.

Things simply change and grow. Inevitably.

When they finally could not spending their time much in doing things they like, because things they like were not the same anymore. When having junk food once in a while were not their favorite anymore. When any celebration finally felt just like another celebration. When buying ice cream was forgettable. When finally they didn't go for a breakfast. When any random movies didn't work. When singing along couldn't be done because the radio was off. When jokes were seldom thrown. When arguing because of the differences were there. Were not so in love and happy and contented anymore. When being apart was getting sickening and only one of them felt that way.

There came a conclusion,
"...you'd outgrown me for good".