I was thinking about you today.
If you were a book, you’d be an adventure story. You’d have moments of sadness and happiness, with love stories woven through the pages.
You’d make me think of the night sky, with star scattered like constellations. You’d feel like that jolt of caffeine when you can’t sleep.
Some pages would make me laugh so hard my sides hurt. Others would break my heart, leaving me to put myself back together.
You’d smell like an old book, with a worn cover and ink that still feels fresh. Memories would cling to every page.
You’d be the book I keep coming back to, the one I take off the shelf over and over, just to get lost in your story again.
