A Book's Lesson

One day, I saw a book in a store. From the outside, it was not the kind of thing I wanted to read. The cover was not fancy as it was only a plain one, without any embellishments that tempted me to open it. Perhaps, that day, a thunder struck me so hard that I decided to give it a peek. "Don't judge the book from its cover," people say.

Inside was a story. I read it word by word and, still, I think the book's not "me." I'd just close it and put it back to the shelf. It's better to find other books that were worth my time. But somehow there was a kind of power inside the book that made me want to keep reading it. Minutes turned into hours and finally, after tons of considerations, I went to the cashier and bought it. 

"The book's now mine," I said to myself. I brought it home proudly and continued my own adventure inside the book. It turned out that the book had characters that made me overwhelmed with emotions. It had also taught me life lessons I never learned before. The other side of me had warned me to stop turning the pages of the book. It was true; as I moved to the farther part of it, I was getting afraid of finding out the ending. Although since the beginning I already knew what's on the last page, I was hoping that I was wrong.

I'd finished reading and the end, for sure, was not surprising to me. I'd prepared for the worst and there was it. I should put it away like other books and find another book to read. But somehow, I like that book so much that there are still parts I want to reopen; only those parts. I wish I could alter the plot, but everyone knows I can't..it's already written there.

As always, time will help me decide what to do, won't it?