Nothing compares to the unbearable feeling of the unknown. To yearn so much to reveal the ending to a story even if it wasn't the end or happily ever after. I couldn't put you down. Like a book that compels you to devour page after page because your heart is bursting with wonder and excitement. Eyes dancing along the pages as if you'd hear the click of the type writer as your eyes reverted from right back to left. Each chapters edge fills you with prospect and impatience of what lies ahead. The plot  thickening and my heart overflowing in a way that can only be described as bliss. Buried in the pages with anticipation that the end will inspire wholeness much like the forces that compelled me to absorb every literary drop. I held you in my hands, your spine free floating as the pages blossomed between my fingertips. I handled your frame tenderly as if every word was devoted to my soul. Every line fueled my restless heart like an elixir for emptiness yet  longing for symmetry. Falling into a wonderland I ravage the pages like a gospel feeling as delighted as I am perplexed. I flutter through your interior with eagerness till the very end only to find blankness. Your last page ripped from it seams, and now I'll never discover loveliness of our story.