Based on the idea of a book where the reader falls in love with the person writing the story....
If you saw me as I was, you'd come to realise you never truly loved me.
We're at the end of the book now aren't we?
Have you ever seen me?
Didn't think so.
All you have are slips thoughts of me.
Not me.
Not truly.
Stop crying now, darling. It's not your fault. The book's ending. I am.
As all books do.
I've always hated goodbyes- but I suppose this is it now.
Just remember for me, will you?
Goodbyes aren't forever.
And when I start to fade, open this book again. I'll come back to you.
I'm waiting.
Always.
I'll see you on the other side someday.
Signed,
Elizabeth.
YOU ARE READING
if only i knew
Casualea compilation of the little scenes I've written, some of which are romantic, some of which are terrifying, and some of which are simply... there.
