When you come to the end of a book, you close it. I read that somewhere recently. I never close my books. I love good stories and may reread a book several times. I read them slowly and if I near the end, I may scan through the first chapters, conversations and word plays. Evidently, I take time before I close a book.
So I don’t know how to close this. How does one face heartbreak..? An inevitable close? That last page? When you can’t flip back? You can’t delay the storm that’s about to hit. The torrents that flow. You remember hearts you broke and wonder is this how helpless they felt?
I can’t bear the thought of him with someone else. It kills. Deep. It terrifies. What will I do when I meet him on the streets with a ring on his finger, looking happy and well loved? What if I’ll still be hang up on him? How am I going to move on? How is this book closed? For to me the story seems unfinished.
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