My heart aches.

Did you sleep well? Did you dream? Some people don't. Either way, I pray you're well-rested and ready for another sunrise.

Please, I want another sunrise with you. Please don't leave me. I have never felt the loneliness that penetrates the soul until I've been with you.

Please, the book is almost ending. I won't live without you. But I'd rather die than be apart from you.

I'm sorry. I seemed to have let my words wander. I didn't mean to. You're here for a story, not the sorrow in my bones.

Listen to me; the story is almost over but I have so much to say. Your heart is never broken, your soul is never defeated. Listen. 

I don't care what they say. Broken people aren't fragile. We are stronger than anyone will know. Look! You can do whatever you want. Study abroad? Do it. Create something that doesn't exist? No problem. Begin a new chapter in life? Whatever is hard will be worth it in the end. I only ask this; can I be in your next chapter?

There is no denying it. I can't hide it any longer. This book could have 1000 pages but all of them would mean nothing if they aren't read by you. To you, this might just be a story, but to me, you are the reason I have one.

Beautiful darling, the stars and the trees I can ramble on and on about don't even compare to the galaxies and forests in your eyes. My dear, you are the reason I live.

While you fell in love with the words on these pages, I stared back, falling in love with every detail of you. What a plot twist you were.

Our love has an awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and was forced to improvise. However clumsy my words might have been, believe me when I say they were all for you, every haphazard metaphor, every tender word.

I'm so sorry for all the heartache. Believe me when I say my tears could fill oceans. Oh... There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

I know, I know, books don't last forever. But believe me when I say my adoration for you does. I hope, maybe one day, when you're all grown up, you might read me to your kids as the one you first loved.

Oh, my dear, please don't cry; you can always come back when you miss me. And I hope you miss me often. As for me, I will miss you into eternity.

Wait, let me memorize your eyes; they are roadmaps to places I will visit in my dreams.

Okay... I think I've got it. You won't forget me, right? Let's promise, maybe? 

Soon enough, you'll close this book, reread it a few more times maybe, and I guess, eventually, you'll forget me, but my dear, you are unforgettable.

please don't close the book

I guess I was the writer. But you were always the words.

Page to page, chapter to chapter; no matter how many there might be, know this: I loved you in all of it.

Maybe we're all just stories in the end. I'd say this was a good one.

I don't want to go.