Here I am,reading 'Me Before You' by Jojo Moyes...
Rarely I cry while reading books or even real life case studies,which make your stomach turn. But this time I couldn't stop tears streaming down my cheeks... last few chapters took longer with blurred vision.
Hiding away from everyone in my room I open books and step in the new world. I need books like some need alcohol or nicotine in their system.
Eventually every story comes to an end and I hate to part from them. But this time after hours of crying I'm glad I can close the book and add it to my book corner.
Story broke my heart...but I am glad I came across it.
Time to go and live.