i dont know when it started.
maybe when you picked up the book so gently, with tears rolling down your cheeks? it was the first time i had witnessed a person as beautiful as you. i couldnt even put it into words, i felt alive even though i am not alive and i felt happy even though i own no feelings. i am not supposed to, nor do i long for any feelings. i long for you. not for the feelings behind this longing, not for the reality which keeps us apart. i long for you.
to hold you in my arms and soothe your crying, to kiss your lips tenderly as your pained expression slowly turns into that of a smile. oh god, i want you. who hurt you? who had the audacity to toy with you this way, hurting you to the point of you breaking down. if only i was there. if only i could hold you in my arms. if only reality didnt force us apart, would you have given me a chance? the me, who cant help but wait here until you come home, opening the book to escape reality and feel loved.
i want to love you. how do i love you? what is love?
if this is love, this longing, then what do i do? will it help me go to your side? will it help me cross this thin peace of paper to see a smile on your face?
please, dont do this to yourself. live your life. stop looking into this book, turning pages and making me want you even more than i already do.
YOU ARE READING
don't close the book
Romance"and here i am, waiting for you. perhaps even waiting for myself to jump out of this book, hold you in my arms and love you without any restrictions. but is that possible? after all, i am not real, am i? once you close this book... will you forget a...
