Not to be over dramatic but you know whatâs sad? Outgrowing the fictional characters you loved as a kid. Those characters who were dearer friends than any real person, those childhood crushes. They stay the same age, forever locked in the ink on the pages, whilst we grow up. We go from being younger than them and looking up to them as romodels, to being their age, and seeing them as equals, to growing older than them and seeing their mistakes, yet still loving them as if they were our younger siblings/own kids. Thatâs the funny thing about books I guess. They remain immortal while we pass them by.
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