That's the way it is..

Many a times you stumble upon something trivial..
Or maybe something that is trivial for others..
May be like a message..
Or a quote..
And that is enough to dig out all your suppressed memories of that book..

Your most favourite book..
The one ultimately touched your heart like no other could..

It's tempting to break your own resolution of never opening the box  ,where you have locked away the book safely..

The box, hidden somewhere in the loft, starts haunting you..
Appearing in front of you; waiting for that one moment of weakness.. Just like the Pandora's Jar..

And at some point you cannot resist it anymore..
Even though you know what lies inside, you are tempted to read that book over and over again..
You always know how the story flows..
How in the end your heart will be pierced.
But compared to the euphoria in indulging thyself in that book, the pain that follows is negligible..
One has to accept the demons if they are waiting for the angels..

No matter how hard you try to shut that book completely and pledge not to read it any more, you cannot really throw it away..

That feels like ripping out part of yourself..

And after a while you realize that you have embedded that book like a scar in your heart..
It may fade, but will never go away..

And you have the epiphany..

That your life is about rereading that book over and over again..
Because you have accepted the bitter truth..
'Some things are worth getting your heart broken for'..