Reading.

There is something about reading a good book, even more so with a series, that makes me become lost. Absorbs the contents into my soul. As if the characters in the book are people I know, people I love. I feel anxiety trying to get through the pages, to know them and understand them, and love them truly, the only way you can when you really know someone. And I am filled with pain when I know I am approaching the end of their story, filled with the tension that grief creates. When I finish them, I am pained over the loss of my friend.