Same Book, Different page.

Are we on the same page?

No, I'm on chapter one. Starting from the beginning. The normal place to start.
While you started in the middle.
"What are you doing" I said, "I thought we were starting from the beginning?"
"Oh, I figured I would skip ahead a little." You said a little bashful.
"No no, we have to start at the beginning...it wont make sense otherwise."


We pick up the book, I glance over at you.
I notice your book is upside down.
"What, what are you doing?" I asked confused.
"I was wondering if I could read it this way!" You exclaimed.
"Thats not how reading works." Unsure of how you thought you could get through an entire book upside down.

I sit down, side by side so we can read this book together. But I cant help but notice that you are looking at other books you want to read. That you want to see other stories. That your attention is caught by many other beautiful book covers.

Is this book not enough? Is the cover not beautiful? Is this story not interesting enough? Does it not have adventure and humor? Does it not have a sexy, dangerous hero? What is this book missing?

This book has depth, it has character development, it has raw, complex, relatable emotions. 

You just couldn't help yourself. You went and picked up a different book. Flipping through the pages, caressing the spine. 

Later on I asked you if you were going to pick up our book again?

"It's important to me," I begged you to read it. 

"Yeah, I'll get to it, eventually. I have other stuff going on..." You dismissed me. 

But you were in love with one specific book. 

"This is the most wonderful book I've ever read!" You kept defending yourself. "I actually only want to read this specific book." You kept rereading it. Even thought you knew how it ended and every detail. 

But you still flipped through the pages of my book. Promising me you would love my story. And I hoped one day you would love my story.

We were always in different books. We could never be on the same page, no matter how hard I tried.