​Dog Eared Tab

Close this chapter of your life, they told me softly. But I can’t seem to put the book down. I want to read it for the first time again. To feel the emotions as I turn every page.

I want to be suprised by the way I met you, how the love came slow but grew strong. The little lines, the glances and touches. The adventures and laughs written and read between the lines.

And when your character is gone, I think your chapter will have a dog eared tab, knowing I’ll reread it later. I’ll reminisce on those feelings and wonder the foreshadows I missed. I’ll go back again not because of a favorite scene or the way it moved the plot. I’ll return because it’s the one that had my heart full, bursting with laughter and in the final paragraph so very empty.

I’ll remember the tear stains I left that are smudged into that last page. I’ve never had words do such visceral things to me. I was torn open, with things taken and left behind before I was sewn back up. I still wonder if those tear marks were for you or who I was left behind with.

Yours was the chapter I had to take a break from. I had to put the book down to heal from the outside in before I continued on. And when the book is done I think that chapter will still be dog eared, because it was the one in which I felt the most alive.