When you start reading a book and you feel a connection, you keep going on, get enchanted by the story, hooked by the words and what not.
But when it ends, you’re heart broken, because you never wanted it to end.
Maybe sometime you even regret picking it up.
In life, you meet people, feel connection and keep going on, you talk, get enchanted by their stories, hooked by their words/beauty and what not.
But when they leave, you’re broken. And maybe you even regret talking to them in first place.
But then after some moment or years, you pick another book or meet someone else, the cycle carries on.
What I’m saying is… It doesn’t really matter how many books you’ve read or how many people left. What does matter is, what have you learned from that experience?