A Bookaholic's World

I squeezed myself on the chair, adjacent to his. Penning a few words as he poured his desires out. We were a foot afar yet his mouthed tales slid me miles beyond. It may seem queer but a struggling writer in the age of technology would still travel for an hour in the ever-crowded metros just to catch a glimpse of the dreams he garnered. I longed for a story and probably I did find one in his intense eyes.

He probably caught me staring for a prolonged duration as he grasped his backpack and swooped towards me, his beige pants glistening in the cafe lights, but to my utter dismay he moved out from the cafe. I gulped in the remaining coffee and nudged the required substances within my handbag and sped up towards the day's events.

Apres a peu hours, I felt his fingers within my hands, he smelt like heaven, as we walked on the shores of an isolated beach. The music buzzing around was like a tune from heaven grooving in our ears as we carved a few letters on the shore sands. And pendant the next hour, I was walking, forlorn, on the same beach with just a glass bottle, engulfed within it was a letter, I hoped would somehow reach him as I clasped it into the wild waves. I recall the jour, I fell in love with a brown-haired nerdy guy, it ended happily but soon I realized I never was a part of it.

Hier, I fell for my professor, a decade older, yet the chemistry was as ripe as shallow wine. But, I was a minute chapter in his everlasting novel of romance, who fathomed herself as the only story within it.

And apres-hier, I fell for Kiyaan, his sly eyes encore melt me into a puddle, his unbiased love made me a cupid as I would slumber often within his deep touch and exploring lips. But, his betrayal soon plunged in and throed my heart gravely.

I felt a knock on my back, placing my novel aside, I stood up to answer the call.

"The library is closing, gather your belongings or you may lose one as you always do, "The words of the librarian resounded in my tympanum and slid me back in my shabby school uniform and nerdy spectacles.

"No worries Madame, I'll be coming down tomorrow as well. Do you mind locking me up within the four walls, as an introvert can never escape the solace contained within a bookshelf?"

"I wish I could, but your mom might be awaiting you at dinner."

I smiled in response and turned back towards the shelves.

"I'll be back soon, to fall and to break my heart all over again and yet to heal myself. I wonder if all the writers deliberately fall in love at least once and get their hearts broken purposely, just to be able to mend others with their words."