If you were a book, I would never be able to put you down. I would take you everywhere, letting my hands turn your pages as I marvel over the words written inside you. I would keep you by my side at night and hold you first thing in the morning. I would never break you. I would keep your spine straight so that you may live longer. There is no need for a bookcase for you would be the only book I would read. I do not want to shelve you for you are too good of a story to be true. The words you bring fill my soul with wonder and ecstasy. Your cover only pulls me closer to you as I begin to read what you are really trying to tell me. They say not to judge a book by its cover, and I have not. It is what is behind your cover that continues to pull me in each and every time. My favorite part about this story is that it is unfinished. Allow me to continue the story, love. A story for us, perhaps.
