I knew it was long overdue.
But please give me the benefit of doubt, I was, to simply put it… scared.
So I re-read the chapter. Feeling every word, letting each emotion cut through me. This time, allowing flowers to bloom in deserts and letting rivers (that shouldn’t have been there in the first place) go dry.
And then, once again, I arrived at the last word and the last punctuation mark of the chapter.
I had two choices:
1) To re-read all of it again.
2) To move on to the next chapter.
I sat there, unable to fight the tears, running my fingers through the now faded words and memories. In that moment, I met the love that got lost somewhere and all those emotions that were hidden under every full-stop.
But, it was time.
I turned the page.