My dear you are only but a child and I a playground. Once this playground was full of mystery and adventure. You spent day after day laughing and loving every moment spent playing in this magical place; the playground. Days never seemed long enough and you were only too eager to come back. But, as you grew, like a child you became less and less fond of it. This place was too small and insignificant compared to the adventure of the outside world. There was more out there to explore. Suddenly it all made sense to me. You were merely just a child playing within the depths of my soul. You outgrew the playground. You outgrew me.
The Playground (via disguisedinyellow)
