When you stretch love across time, its color fades.
This is another line (of mine) that I fell in love with when I typed it out, as I was writing up #NakedNoveling notes for The Julianne Theory (which I forgot to mention, is very much a working title). Is it completely gross to fall in love with your own quotes? I just thought this imagery expressed what I think is true of a high school love, because when people grow up, they naturally grow apart, not having the anchor that ties them to the place their parents have chosen for them. I’m imagining a love that is vivid, vibrant, full of life—as you get older, that love that seemed so full at one time washes away easily, paling, running, dripping dry until it’s unrecognizable.