No one tells you how a relationship is your own personal story
How the entire time, the memories you make become pages to read again
How the full range of emotions you feel in the moment pale in comparison to the words you dwell on.
When you finish, a hole in your soul forms. Begging to not feel so unwhole
A tragedy in three parts is told.
You open a page, become addicted to what is shown.
You are entrapped, feeling full of life and wanderlust at an exciting adventure
However, you eventually reach the end, as all things must do.
No matter how long you took, how many themes were told; the narrative is at an end.
You might wonder what went wrong, question if you made the right choice,
If you could change one thing how differently things could be.
But as life would have it, time only flows forward.
You search and search to feel the same again,
But as each story is unique to yourself, no relationship is the same to everyone