Opening the book and cracking the spine,
The excitement of diving in through the words,
Those black and white portals
Where new people live, never before
Met by another, and dancing through pages
They’re waiting for you. You bring them to life
For just a few days you exist together,
Loving and hating til death do you part,
And when the last page is turned and they leave
They take a small piece of your bright bursting heart.
I can’t be the only person who feels like a little part of me has died whenever I finish a book. Especially when you adore the characters – how difficult it is to move on and leave them behind? Or are they moving on and leaving you behind?
I sometimes feel like the best characters do carry on with their lives at the end of a book, in some parallel universe that I will never be a part of.
It’s heartbreaking when you close a book and find yourself having to say goodbye and I wish you luck with the rest of your life. I wonder if those book characters ever sit on the other side of the story and think about me?