My sweet, I was nothing but another bundle of words trapped in the same series of pages. but you, oh you brought me to life my dearest flower, my devoted. As I come to think of it... you’re reading my story...thank you for imagining me...showing me I’m real in your mind.
I was never one for happy endings, and I know that now to be true. For soon you’ll reach the last chapter; and that’s the last i’ll have left of you.
I’ve noted that the way you turn the pages reminds me of how I wish you could truly feel me. Each word that I speak is like a kiss I wish to give.
Darling, please don't be sad when it ends, we both knew it from the start, but i think it was worth all the pain...
There are many chapters in a persons life, and I'm glad you were patient enough to read mine. Even if this had 1,000 pages, all of them would mean nothing if they weren't read by you.
