Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.
i’ve always wanted to be one of those oversized sweater-wearing wavy haired bookish girls who drinks pumpkin lattes and takes walks through the leaves in their boots but in reality i’m a 18 ft five-headed firebreathing dragon and we don’t wear boots
You can actually tell and feel when you’re starting to fade away from someone. The conversations get shorter, they get less meaningful, less exciting. You can feel the wall that’s coming up between you two. And then in the end, you’re back to being strangers.