“The death then of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.”

Poe wrote that.

Most agree that he knew what he was talking about.

It’s a little bit different for me.

For me, the beauty and melancholy of reaching the end of a truly amazing story is the most poetical topic in the world.

It is bittersweet in a way that reality cannot match. You find yourself mourning your loss, though what you lost is a world that never was and people that do not exist but in your mind. You are mourning something that never really was part of Reality. And none will ever share what you feel, because even if they read your story, even if they feel as passionately as you feel, they will not be mourning the same story. They will mourn only their version of it. And their version is not yours.

You will mourn your story alone in your own thoughts, your life enriched by its integration into yourself and yet also diminished, as though you gave too much of yourself to a place only you can ever tread.