I am in the middle of my story
what page am I in your book?

Were you drawn to me
because of the first line of my narrative?
But I am not even your usual preface.
In fact, my story begins at the end.
The end of a fairytale.
The beginning of another heartbreak
in the middle of this so called life.
I was falling apart when you came.
Tattered, ripped, close tear mended on the side.
But you picked me up and started reading.

Do you even realize how your love for words, for me, give life those worn out pages?

And while you’re at it,
this I ask of you,
read me aloud, passionately.
Don’t just leaf through,
savour the ink.
Don’t close the book before the epilogue
and unlike the everyone who came before you,
I hope you read me till the end.
Allow yourself to be swept away
by a story that will bring you to a place
where you would want to stay forever.
I will be worth the read.
I promise you.





—ink_of_K






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