Books

Sometimes when I’m close to finishing a novel, i’ll stop reading it. Because I’ve gotten so attached to the story, and the characters I have a hard time letting them go. A lot of the time, they’ve helped me through something by letting me escape my reality into theirs, I feel as though I’ve become part of their family, or their best friend, I feel as though I have confided some of my deepest secrets in them. It’s sometimes hard for me to accept the fact that I’ll no longer be able to learn more about them, and more about their stories. I feel like when I finish reading, I lose a friend, or a family member, or even a part of myself. I don’t finish the book, because then I have the power to keep them from leaving… Something I haven’t mastered with people in my reality.