“It was like growing out of your favorite sweater. It fits you perfectly at first, but then you wash it a million times, and it shrinks. And then you grow, too, and suddenly it isn't so perfect anymore. It's at the back of the dresser drawer, completely forgotten until it was time for a yard sale and someone would buy your sweater and wear it as their own. We were two forgotten sweaters destined for new people.”
Book:Before We Break