We talk so much about bridges burning, when in fact most of them just fade. Think about it; every old building or place. Your old primary school, your old playground; they don’t leave with a bang, they just leave. Plank by plank, brick by brick, everyday a little more. One less text, one less wave, one less smile. Trickle down the rabbit hole; no one dares to follow. We admire Alice for jumping in, but we only ever admire. That leap of faith takes too much, we don’t know what’s at the bottom. Picking up the pieces is too much of a hassle. So the bridges we build fade;
we don’t have to admit we were the ones that let it burn.