You grow over someone when they could no longer understand your fight, your struggle anymore. Your new challenges and your sadness and your fights to attain. Your tears to sooth your own vital loneliness.

They are so loved. And they have to be up there to do their fight and they would have no energy to look down at you. They are stars. Essentially, their mission is simple : do not fall.

You still remember them. You just realize you don’t love them anymore.

You are grateful for someone because they understand what you have become, and what you are facing now.

You love someone when they look at you, pointing at this quality in you that everyone deem as a weakness, saying, I know, but I love you for it.

You remember them. Every once in a while, some of them remember you back. That’s all you could ever hope for.