Finishing the Book

i don't finish the book.
i know
how it goes.
i knew from page one,
but kept going, hoping
against hope
that the plot would enfold
differently.
but it didn't.
i chased it though.
pretending not to know.
i knew how it would end.
i knew
the dialogue, the twists,
the turns,
the bends.
finally i skipped to the back
and said, yup,
there it is.
just as i imagined how it
would go.
life and love can be like
that too.
why wait until the end,
to close the book?