Maybe I'm growing out of you.
The way I grew out of my favourite sweater.
The way the trees grow out of their leaves every fall.
But maybe I never really loved you.
And maybe your words were meaningless.
And maybe I'm an idiot for falling.
But I fell.
I fell for all those stupid lies.
And you don't even know it.
Or maybe we both changed just enough so that we understood why it would never work.