I have realized why I hate to love reading.
Does that even make sense?
I love to read!
and at the same time I absolutely hate it.
Let me explain
I hate that the story ends. I never want it to.
I hate that my hurt hurts and my chest aches for my very own Mr. Darcy, or Mr. Knightley, or as of late Mr. Tilney.
I hate that it consumes my thoughts.
I hate how I wish to be in that time with the dresses, the carriages, the bonnets, and the balls.
and at the same time that's the stuff I love the most about reading.