Its like reading a book, that you were so into. You know its over, you are on the last pages, hurts, but it gave you so much pain with pleasure. But its over! Constant memories of the characters, the plot, the climax, the hero, the cover of the book, how great it looked. Opinions, flashbacks, temptations, lust, attachment! But its over! Time slowly smooths everything, life goes on, memories are there, but they fade away. Then what happens, you accidentally come across to the same book, looks as great, brings memories! You grab it, flip the first page, second.. then you realize, mystery is gone, its AN OPEN BOOK, and you wish you never found out that it was all illusion!