A story without an epilogue

I just keep reading in the night up to 4 am in the morning. This becomes my daily routine, finishing a story and stating another one, Living with the imaginary characters and visiting their world. I went to Scotland, France and Spain. I felt fear of the Second World War I could see the German troops moving toward France. I listened to the hero and the heroine of every story as I was there. I had weepy moments with every disappointment and beaming smile with every happy moment. It becomes my world that stops me thinking for a while and let me sail away rather than keep tossing and turning all the night till the crack of the dawn.

Today I had a look at my teachers blogs, I felt sad because I am not there with the others. I really miss them all. This is my problem, I cannot forget anything, and every moment touches me deeply .I even have an invisible link with the places I used to be. I always had my secret book in which I saved my treasures as I call them because I believe that time goes fast so I wrote down many events some of them are happy and some are sad .The strange thing is when I reread them I do not feel that they are sad. I feel that is me, those are the eternal memories of my momentary life.

When an extraordinary thing happens my father always says come and listen carefully keep everything in your mind what you see today as a temporary event tomorrow will be history, He says history is being made today.

We just keep reading stories with happy or sad ends but I always enjoy reading stories without an epilogue because it gives me a chance to choose the end for once in my life.