I know why. I don't have to ask anymore. The "why" turns to me. Why did I do that?

I see all the little moments, and I wish I would have been open to listen to how you were affected. I also wish I would have gotten this education sooner. I know why my actions pushed her away. I know exactly what to do, now. But somehow I refused to surrender before now. For the first time in a while, I am running out of words. I'm reaching the end of the book. I find myself not wanting to be at the end. This is not the end. This is the beginning, the beginning of a new life, a life of presence.

Here's where we take the analogy a step further. We put that book on the shelf. We don't read it again. We are looking forward to the next book in the series. I am excited to see what happens to the characters in the next book.