don't stop reading just yet

in the beginning

ah, my story starts today.
hello. i'm madison. i know, a bit of an odd name for a man but, i am from england so it's not as odd as you might think. my story, well, our story is just beginning. i grew up right in london, all the way until i was seventeen. which was right around the time i moved to wales. i lived there till i was nineteen. i was a writer, a reader. but i didn't enjoy wales quite as much as i did england. so i came back to the back country of london, where i own a library. thanks to my parents for being the rich english people they are, they bought me this building when i was just 18. and when i moved back here, i built the library inside. after years of collecting and storing many many books, i finished it. i finally opened it to the public. i spend the rest of my hours in the back, sitting in my soft chair reading to the children who come to listen to the tales of robin hood, and many others too. i think it's quite wonderful how they just sit and listen in awe. their faces so bright every time i start a new chapter.

even though i enjoy reading to the little ones, i dream of one day getting to read to someone else. someone well; like you.

i don't think you quite know how good it feels for someone to listen to my life and how my days go. it's enjoyable and you are a great listener.
oh, and did i forget to mention? the way your eyes sparkle while you read through each line is simply, beautiful.

now, don't get me wrong, i love people. but i honestly don't like to be in crowds. it makes me nervous.
crazy, i know. but somehow you're one of the few people who has made me feel safe in a long long time.

but honestly, how can you sit and wither away with someone so... fictional. my life within your hands now.
even though i enjoy the days at the library and in the yard watching the sunset alone. some days it gets so quiet i feel like i'm drowning in noise.

but besides that, my life isn't so interesting as you might think. i have a cat, his name is elio. and he keeps me sane. i love that about him. he's so quiet for a tabby cat, no loud meows in the late hours. more of squeaks. it's quite adorable really. you probably don't know where i am telling you this story so i might as well tell you. i'm sitting in my windowsill, in my flat above the library. i outlook the sea in front of me. it's so beautiful and calm. the tide washing in fresh sand from who even knows where. sometimes i go out and sit alone while reading shakespeare; i know
classic.

even besides all of that my time with you must be cut short for today, i have to go open the library for the day.
thank you for staying here and listening to me ramble.

the writer must have some idea in mind for what comes next.

t'es bye-bye, Love
maddison