I know, it is not entirely your fault. Heck, it could not be mine, either.
But I really do feel like pinning the blame on someone, now.
The writers of television shows, for penning such engrossing stories, infused with drastic developments and characters that you care deeply about?
The television stations for failing to keep us in the loop, airing shows that are now at least two seasons old, leaving us behind time?
The newspapers for not exercising enough discretion, choosing to publish articles heavily laden with spoilers?
Or does it really have to be just me, me, and me – for letting my eyes wander to that particular section, and actually bothering to take in those words printed on paper?
Oh, I got the message all right.
Did it get to me, or did I get to it instead?
Thanks to a random, seemingly harmless article on the newspaper today, I now know how season five to 24 is going to be like. Oh yeah, it sure is going to be a blast.
Although we are still two bloody seasons behind.
Still, the official website is a dead giveaway as well.
Is this a matter of choice?
Playing like a broken record player in my mind.
Relieving those magical moments as if they were yesterday.
Drumming fingers on the table, the keyboard, the steering wheel.
Hitting the repeat button whenever it draws to an end.
Burning with the desire to touch the long-forgotten strings again.
But in time, these will all disappear. In time.
Until then, how long will this wonderful feeling last, I wonder.