It was the same sky, the same atmosphere
The cacophony of sounds that distracts the outcasts
The strong aroma of coffee that goes around from day to day
Only a special someone would make me feel this way
It is how the universe brought us together

Days have become empty
You became a necessity
Trying to escape reality, to find a way out of this
I turned around
For the first time in my life,
I thought i knew what i was looking for

I was lost in you
It made me feel like we were the only ones left that needs to be fixed
In this world where everyone is looking for a sign
The unsolved problem, the solution
A change that would prove its existence
An unfamiliar feeling, a special one

It was a sight to see
I wondered if she's looking for the same thing
The satisfaction that readers look for
Does she know that things don't always work well?
That books are far from reality?

Again, i was lost
Lost in the sight of her being engaged in her own world
Whether it's in the story that she's reading
Or the life that she's living,
She's lost

It reminded me of someone
Someone very familiar
It dawned on me that the sight
Was a spitting image of me

The beauty, the smile at every turn of pages
It is the eyes of wonder, the curiosity of what happens next
The excitement, the hope of what's about to come
She was carefree

It turns out that in the end,
It wasn't what we always expected
It was we who's gonna make the last smile
Knowing the outcome ever since the first page

She put the book down with dissatisfaction
I walk up to her
Then asked 'how was it resolved?'
She closed her eyes like she expected the question
On that moment, my life was on pause

Do we really need to know the outcome?
Would it do us any good?
All that matters is the journey
The pain, the joy, the expectation, and the disappointment
The feeling of flying, the feeling of falling

I wasn't part of her story
Definitely not her favorite
I'm just a book in her shelf, unread, untouched
She didn't get to know my story, my poison, my ups and downs
Even in her solitary moment
But i was kept, like a book on her shelf

I'm an uninteresting story
But i know, someday, someone is going to pick me up
Some reader who does not care about the outcome, but the journey
Some person that know things don't always work out

She opened her eyes, hugged the book and gaze far into the distance
She said, "It's always like that. You just feel empty. It makes you wish you opened another book. The ending always ruins it. But it doesn't disregard the whole story"

She left with no other word and never looked back.
I'm left here in the same place as i was
Waiting for someone to get me out of this shelf
To introduce me to the world
To entertain or to be kept