*I am that book on his bookshelf that he never reads.
*The big red book caught his attention at last.
*After a very long time, he picked up the book to read and his memories were relived. He felt alive.
*He flipped through the pages and he could feel her next to him.
*As he read the first chapter, he had a stabbing pain of missing her a lot.
*He feared that if he read the book further he would lose his heart. He knew she was worth the read.
*Every page of the book he read showed him her unconditional love for him.
*As he further flipped the pages, he felt she was an open book contrary to his opinion, that she was a closed book.
* He felt the book was her body and he was dying to read her.
*He felt the words on every page of the book were dark and profound like her beauty. He felt enriched.
*As he further flipped the pages of the book, his desire to meet her once again grew. He was not at ease.
*He realised while reading the book that each word conveyed that he had pushed her away because he was in love with her.
* Now it dawned upon him, he had fallen in love with such abandon that it terrified him. The book fell from his hand.
* He picked up the book and kept it aside, he didn’t want her to know that she was his object of desire.
*Out of curiosity, he picked up the book again to read the last page. He nervously bit his lip. It was written "I didn’t stop loving you, I stopped chasing you"
* A tear fell from his eye and his heart stopped for a moment, as the last paragraph of the book mentioned that she had gone to the land from where no one returns.