I read books in an attempt to fill the emptiness inside me. Romance leaves me feeling bubbly; Thriller leaves me pumped; Action leaves me wanting more; but in the end…when I return to me…I'm still incomplete.
what they had was real; honest, devoted, palpable love. the one that transcended distance, differences, and obstacles. the kind that was meant to be written about in books. thinking of it filled my chest with longing for something i don't know if i'd ever be able to find.