Reason (Part 9)

Travis' P.O.V.

"Love..." I suddenly called.

"Hmm?"

"What do you think that would break us apart?" I asked.

"Nothing, why?" She said confidently.

I just shook my head and smiled. I started writing on it. That's my answer, too. I have never thought of something that would break us apart.

"If you were to choose, grow together, or grow apart?"

She looked confused.

"Grow together, of course."

"What about you?" Grow together, grow with you, of course.

"If I were to choose, I would choose to grow apart." I lied. I lowered my gaze.

"Why?"

"You'll be able to grow more," I lied again. I know I'll grow more with her.

"Growing apart is painful, Love... You'll long for that love while you're growing alone. I know you'll be more independent if you grow alone, but isn't it sad?"

I nodded, she's right.

"What if I want to grow... apart?"

"What if I want us to grow together?" She fired me. That got me. I want that, too.

I sighed and nodded.