Life is not a novel?

"Life isn’t  a novel!” he told me in frustration.

But what if I want it to be?  The other,  he who was my almost lover,  he who called me at 2:00 in the morning citing Nietzsche as a reason to follow him into the night, he who I ultimately denied in favour of this long term warden I sit with now,  believed that narrative was the most important aspect of life.  He, too, as I have often contemplated, rejected any inherent meaning in life and instead chose to enjoy and celebrate the creation of meaning through hedonism and excitement. 

This is what I long to do.