
Being in love is like allowing yourself to be read like a book
To be vulnerable
To open your pages
Allow someone to look beyond the cover
And into the contents
To find what kind of comments have been left by past readers
To not just see and judge the synopsis
But to find out the real story
And to know what happens in the end
To highlight and book mark
To dog tag their favorite parts
To insert themselves and interact.
Opening that cover can be like
releasing a heavy weight
Finally opened, but comfortable.
Your fingers aren't a violation
or an intrusive invader.
It's a comforting caress.
Removing the dust from never opening up
But feeling finally secure that this reader
will not judge
will read through the lines
and see you
for what you really are
rather than making a decision
based off of the ratty spine
and worn pages.
They'll see the imperfections but understand
that this is a book that has gone through readers
that never thought to take care of it.
To only pick it up when they needed entertainment,
entertainment that never really held their attention anyway
because they couldn't care to care.
But this time it's different.
A reader with eyes that are looking to read.
A mind that wants to know and understand.
A mind that will look over every word carefully
and read and reread.
A pair of eyes that will finally put this book
at peace.

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