I thought I found something that would evolve with patience and time. I guess we were reading two different books. I thought chapter one had just begun. He is still reading the prequel, who knew?! He kept acting like he wanted to know the ending of the sequel. Fostering confusion. I was slowing down. I was truly being there in the moment. I enjoyed the pages one at a time. I am pretty certain he is going to abandon the book completely and leave it on the shelf to collect dust. I guess it’s hard to know if it’s that or if the book is being thoughtlessly traded for another story.
Either way I cannot idly sit by and watch it hurts too much. Maybe I will watch a movie instead.
“If it’s meant to be it’ll be, baby if it’s meant to be.”