my love

It makes perfect sense to me…

to love you this way

to love you this much

I run my fingers down your spine

gently

respectfully

You offer solace…

I can lose myself in your world.

You offer wisdom.

You make me think.

Your words excite me

anger me

frighten me

devastate me

Through it all…

I love you,

and as I turn the last of your pages,

holding my breath,

waiting to see what happens next,

difficult to accept…

I did not expect it to end this way.

I did not realize

when I closed your covers

I would walk away from you

changed

forever.

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