How stupid was I?
Could I really think of nothing better to say than "You should really try to finish it?"
Yeah. Turns out I couldn't.
I sighed, frowning to myself as I realised she'd probably not reply.
Not focusing on the emails for a second, the impact of everything hit me up the face, and I was left breathless in my office as I realised the girl of my dreams, the only girl I'd ever loved, had now come back into my life through a book that she'd written about us.
My fingers itched to turn the pages. I wanted desperately to know how she felt about everything.
Did she miss me?
Did she still love me?
And why.
Why did she leave me?
As if on cue, my computer and phone bleeped simultaneously.
From: Bookworm17
To: MasenPublishing05
You should read what I've written. It's sometimes hard for people to understand how I can't finish the book. To them it's just a story, while to me, it's everything, you know?
I've only been in love once, and that novel bares my soul to that love. Not a lot of people can understand that love either; I guessed that's why I love the love itself so much.
That such a riddle, but then again, everything is since the day I lost him.
I swallowed down hopeless tears.