Tales of the World

The Library Full Of Desire

    The library had a feeling of belonging every time I went. Tall shelves filled with books, silence with only the faint sound of pages being turned. I saw you standing there, eyes searching for the right book. You corrupted my thoughts and dreams. Oh, how I wanted to be sat there with you, reading with you, laughing with you. The elegant beauty you were shocked me to my very core. We made eye contact and it felt like the world had stopped. The smile that was on my face was probably as bright as the sun. We started to talk about the books we were reading but only in small whispers. Sneakily giggling to each other about how stupid a character was or feeling empathy for a character. More and more people were leaving but you stayed with me, keeping me sane.

    The books had a smell to them that reminded you, you weren't alone. The only possible way to truly love a book and understand it was to have the best imagination that your mind could handle, to notice every detail and create scenes in your head filled with raw emotions. Books help you escape from reality like a path leading down deeper into the depths of the forest, like a portal to a different world.

    You made me smile and blush with your extraordinary personality and intelligence. The icy touch of your fingertips against my flushed cheeks created a warmth in my heart. I realised I could stay with you forever but you don't exist for I have built you with my thoughts, found you in pages, and saw a flicker of you walking by me in the streets.