You Go Into a Library...

You go into a library,

and you stumble upon a really good book.

You take it home and begin to read.

Now...this book takes you through a rollercoaster of 

emotions. 

It's exciting. It's passionate. 

It's sad at times, but the emotions felt—

they're the most captivating thing about this book. 

It's captured you, 

giving you an illusion of time not passing at all.

But believe me, 500 pages is a lot to get through.

This book consumes you.

You have to keep reading, you need to get to the end to see what happens—and then the end comes 

And then—

...

The book is done.

You close it as nostalgia already begins to creep in.

It's over.

All those feelings.

Moments.

Trapped inside the front and back cover of the book.

Only to be experienced when opened.

Only—

the experience is not the same.

It's nowhere near it. 

It never will be.

Not with the same book at least.

You don't then sit there and 

try to add pages to the book to extend its life.

No.

You go back into the library.

You put it back on the shelf.

You allow another to experience all the greatness 

that you did—

all the stories that were told, 

all the lessons that were learned, 

all the feelings that were felt.

...

That's the beauty of books.

I think that's the beauty of people too.

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