To forget

Before she left, she cried for two days. Because she knew how badly it would hurt. And because she was terrified that one day it would stop hurting.

It was like that with love, too. She always thought that love should be loud. And she was afraid of the day when she would change her mind.

Even if everything was better that way. Even if it turned out that she was wrong all along to be afraid of it. She was afraid...to stop being afraid...of growing up.