|(fabsugar) I pray that I will never outgrow my love for black or Mary Kates styles|
Today I received an unexpected text message from an ex boyfriend. There were a few bland texts back and forth when the question I knew was coming flashed up “Do you want to catch up?” In my head I was thinking “NO WAY”. That day has come and gone. I like to believe that I have outgrown that stage of my life. I like to believe that I have lived and learned and if I have learned anything it is that sometimes you should leave the past in the past.
Having contact with an old flame who I have clearly outgrown got me thinking. What else will I outgrow? Will I ever outgrow my obsession for lip-gloss? Will I ever outgrow sleeping with a teddy bear? Will I ever outgrow drawing love hearts and stars on my fogged up shower door? What about singing in front of the mirror, will I ever outgrow that? Will I outgrow my best friends? I hope not. Will I outgrow burping in front of my mum just to get a reaction? (Yes that sounds gross but her reaction cracks me up). Will I outgrow cracking my fingers? Will I outgrow my love affair with black clothes? Will I outgrow being scared of ghosts? Will I outgrow listening to the same song over and over again? Will I ever outgrow feeling awkward in short skirts?
There will be times where we will all outgrow something that we once loved. Whether it be a style, a boyfriend or an eccentric trait. I guess what I like most about outgrowing something is seeing that I have grown as a person. I may never outgrow certain quirks that I have and I know 100% that I will never outgrow acting silly. What I do know is that those things we once loved are a part of our past, we can’t change them, we can only appreciate them for what they were and pray to god we have more sense in the future!