Growing towards death.

Never in my life, I have performed well in requesting  people's attention, their companionship not for any obvious cause or principle. 

I have always accepted the plot as is., infact I have not even put in my least effort to save any relation, bond , not with any negative intentions.

I prefer my silence when things are escalating and observe how the situation extends and unfolds. 

One such story is mine and mine, when I suspected situations are made unnatural,  intentions were misrepresented,  approach is twisted, rather preferring to clarify and save the bond I have left it unattended,  untrained,  uncontrolled and the result is nearly a decade of silence and growing away each other, surrounded by completely different environments and now stalking each other as completely known strangers.

We are no longer same as we were, the person we used to deal is long dead. 

Just asking myself how better we could have wrote this to the future  ? Deep inside the answer I have is... nothing as beautiful as it is now. 

Irony is #together_we_grow just sounds funniest yet emotional, it's complete though it appears complicated.