I stare at the nearly finished book,
almost sad that I've gone through it so fast.
I touch the torn pages,
the creases on the yellowed paper.
This was once so new, so exiting.
A story with so many surprises.
Now, it's a book of experience and longing for the past.
Wishing I could feel the passion once more.
I understand that there's still pages left,
but at this point I'm almost afraid to continue.
What if I'm happier now,
right here?
What if I don't want to find out what happens,
who wins, dies, who hurts?
The fear of knowing,
is almost as strong as the curiosity of what's to come.
Should I turn the page and see where it takes me,
or simply close the book now and walk away?
