Your Story

I am.

I am the hidden watcher of your tale. 

You do not know me. 

But I know you. 

I know your secrets,

I know your deepest fears, your highest hopes. 

I know the reasons behind you actions and your words. 

I do not spy on you, though. 

I don't try to know you, or try to learn your your deepest secrets. 

You tell them to me. 

Your actions, your thoughts, your words. 

They all tell me who you are. 

And I know who you are. 

For I hold your story in my hand. 

I leaf though the pages if your history,

Your present,

And your future. 

In a different world, 

I see everything through different eyes.

Through your eyes.

You experience it. 

And I see it. 

And when you cry,

I feel your pain. 

I cry for you. 

But you don't know that, do you?

You don't know I cry. 

You'll never know I cry.

You're just a character. 

You story has already been written,

Your date decided, 

Your whole existence merely a creation. 

But to me, you are real. 

You are real. 

And so is your pain. 

Your love. 

Everything. 

Everything about you is real. 

So real. 

Too real. 

But your story continues. 

And u want to know what it holds. 

Every new word read is a new discovery, 

A new view deeper into your story, 

A new twist in this book. 

This book where I am at utterly transfixed. 

Until, of course, it ends. 

All stories must end. 

Yours will end. 

My view into your world will vanish. 

And you swill only remain a memory. 

Just a memory. 

But one that will never be forgotten. 

And that is why, my friend, 

I want to open this book, this story of yours. 

I want to see where it takes you. 

And where you end up. 

I know you, dear friend. 

You don't know anything about me. 

But I know you. 

I feel for you. 

I cry for you. 

And I watch your journey continue, 

Through the pages of this book.

-Cleo