"Why is it so hard for you to be happy?" I asked her.
"Who told you it was supposed to be easy?"
As I fell asleep, I thought that outgrowing me might be the best thing for her she's ever done. She fell asleep and she dreamt of this billboard, this big, blank billboard, with black letters that said, "You can have it, too." And then below it, in smaller letters that only she could read, "Why don't you want it, too?"
She told me years later that she dreamt of that billboard every single night of her tumultuous and beautiful youth. I asked her how she knew her youth had ended.
"I stopped dreaming of the billboard."
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