Why do all good things come to an end?

Just like weekends. Weekends filled with AU stories taking my breathe away, let me forget I’m trapped in the wrong universe. Only feeling … more feeling … just feeling …  love, love, love, and knowing there will always be a happy end after all.
But here I am, Monday, in office, sad because it is over, sad I have to be apart from that one and only universe where I feel complete.
And yes, also a little upset about how I can’t get away from reading. Maybe I should live  more in the REAL World, I really should, but every time I get catched and trapped, like a drug, like an addicted. And I can#t do anything against … don’t want to do anything against. There are voices in my mind, scolding a little bit about wasting life time … but is it really a waste if I feel just …  so much love? Let me feel love!