Is it just the feeling?

I’m pretty sure it was…

but why was that enough to bring me back to you?

Because even though I can attain this feeling elsewhere…

I would dread the day where this pen expelled feelings for someone else.

It’s just…

I wanted it to be you.

I knew that the ink from our stories wasn’t meant to bleed together

but I don’t think you knew that I would’ve changed the plot if it meant that I could share a few pages with you.

I guess I just couldn’t bend the binds of destiny.

It sucks to admit that one day the pages of you will be old and brittle…

it’ll hold no meaning for us.

but if I could help it,

I’d be the bookkeeper.