Books.

As you walk through the isles of the book store, you find that one book that really interests you. once you find it, you buy it and take it home. Eventually you will pick up the book to read it. It starts out good, but after a while, you get bored, and set it down to get some shut eye. You begin to pick it up less and less, and you begin to lose interest. It's not the book you thought it would be. When you finally decide you're done with it, you set it on your book shelf, with all of the other books. sooner or later that book will be pushed to the back, covered in dust, and warn out. Years go by and you finally throw the book away, because it has no meaning to you anymore, and you have a new book to add to your shelf.

As you walk down the busy streets of Portland, you find a young man, who, in fact, is everything you wanted. You start talking to him, and he really interests you. You exchange phone numbers and He finally calls you to ask you on a date. You, wanting love, start a relationship with this boy. At first it's good, you both seem happy, but one night, he says he needs a break, so you go home, lay down to get some shut eye. He's not the guy you thought he would be. After a while your relationship fades and he stops caring. You feel like your pushed away. You put old pictures of you and this boy in a drawer and soon forget about them. After a few years you throw the pictures away, because they have no meaning anymore, and you have new pictures to add to your drawer.

Who would have ever thought that in the end, you would be the book, and he would be the one who threw you away.