Not everyone is like you, not everyone is prepared to pick up a book with a damaged spine and torn out pages and still try to make sense of it anyway. You are not one of those who don’t bother to get past the introduction. You’re not one of those who picks their favourite part and re-reads it again and again, you don’t ever skip to the ending in haste.
You feel the paper, no matter how tattered, beneath your fingertips and you hang on every word and for maybe just a moment, you’ll feel as though you’re a part of the story too.
But my love, people aren’t books and you can’t be the heroine of their story, you can’t rewrite their sadness or predict their endings. Do not open their covers if you know you’ll get cut on their sharp edges, stuck on their unfinished sentences and forever wishing for the words they’ll never write.