Dear Books,

My one true love.

My life.

As the years turn, and e-libraries continue to take over, I will forever hold a spot in my heart for you.

The feel of your cover and pages in my hands.

The smell only books can have. Whether it be a new scent or of a book aged with love and dust.

The potential for paper cuts.

You are the greatest adventures on the tiniest of piggy banks.

The best comfort one could ask for.

And I apologize for those who abuse you with dog-earing your pages. They know not the torture they cause.

You and I will be together until the end of time. Because books are precious jewels feeding the soul.

And most importantly books never let you down. And to that I say thank you.

May you continue to bring excitement to those who need it.


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