Feelings
The mark a book leaves. Browse by the feeling readers closed it with.
You didn't read it, you devoured it. 3 a.m., feral and unwell, living fully inside the book.
It moved in and took over. You couldn't put it down, and you couldn't shut up about it.
That sweet, unbearable longing. The wanting hurt so good you never wanted it to stop.
Shoulders up, stomach tight, reading through your fingers. You had to know, and you dreaded knowing.
Won over completely. Grinning at the page, delighted by every line, charmed all the way down.
Butterflies, the goofy grin, the romantic high. You close it wanting a love exactly like that.
It ripped your heart out and you thanked it for the ugly cry. Devastation, and zero regrets.
It broke a promise it made you. Not angry — hurt, and you need to talk to someone about it.








