Voids.

 The very best part of stories is that they give me an opportunity to get lost in a world that is solely mine and mine only. They give me a chance to escape from the mundaneness of every day life and experience magic to the highest levels. They keep me staggered for as long as they last and I love it, love every last second of it. But the problem is that they end. The stories end and they leave me with a void that cannot be filled by anything. At first, the void almost tears me apart and shreds me into pieces. But with time, the void too becomes beautiful. It just becomes a floating memory of beauty. Everything about the story becomes beautiful, even the painful and sad parts just become one with the beauty that it is. I've been left with many voids in my life. I have come to accept all of them. I have even accepted that I'll have more of those voids in the future. That's what I'd seek too. Maybe even give the world. 

Love, peace.