A book of feelings

I became a chapter in your book that never ended. Others read & tried to rip & steal pages. The things u talked about made fantasy so much better than reality. Every word you put about us I made sure if anyone ever saw it, they’d be able to feel exactly how you felt when it was happening. You tried to keep it hidden from the world cause you knew they wouldn’t understand or they would want your position. Missing the pages to a memory already created solves nothing. When it’s all over burn the book before we die. Leave no evidence of our love on this tainted earth. The next chapter requires your love to finish.
  (Write a book with passion & watch the pages burn)