Why can we not live in a novel?
To experience the wild romances of youth,
have our hearts race as they do upon a page
expressed so vividly by intense diction and soul.
Seeing characters reveal their inner most secrets to
us the readers, showing the passion we long for.
There is nothing more delightful to watch than the
development of love, to see it grow and bloom.
Oh, why can we not live in a novel?
To be that character blooming in joy
unknowing of what is to come.
To witness in such delicate phrases
the true happiness that makes life worth living,
a new light.
To be that glow, to feel that warmth.
With anticipation we turn the page.
If only life were a novel.















Comments
But I believe perhaps we all DO live in novels and like any character in a novel we are constantly making choices that affect the outcome of our stories. Our lives can in fact be novel worthy- if we want them to be. It all just depends on the choices a person is willing to make.
And as for your friend, hand her a copy of Gone with the Wind and introduce her to Mr. Butler.
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