as i packed up
the memories of us,
a novel, we are.
did you realise?
because at the start, the books are small,
we don't know where they are going.
but as the series carries on,
the books have more meaning,
more depth.
a great thing, we had.
all the nights we stayed up, facetiming.
all the times you sneaked out for me, rebelling.
but as the novel carried on, i felt something.
something odd.
strangely, it seemed like we were at book 1.
we didn't know where we were going.
as the books got shorter,
i knew.
you fell out of love.
our book was breathtakingly beautiful,
our story should be told from generations to come.
all great novels come to an end,
i just didn't expect it to happen so soon.
as i finish packing,
flicking through the pages,
there isn't a word that i wouldn't want to read again.
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timeless, - e
