"home, sweet home.
her arms were like home.
her actions seemed like home.
her presence felt like home.
she was her home."
♡︎
there was something in the way she wrapped her arms around me. i knew i wanted to hug her again and i couldn't stop thinking about it ever since. i gave her my free afternoons and evenings and i never regretted it. she hadn't cried instead of this one day, she was really strong and i really admired her.
none of us was shy anymore, we got to know each other well, it begun to grow in a great friendship. we were reading our books together mostly. and i always wrote a poem about her anytime i finished a story. if she read the books i had, she'll find the poems. i hoped she wouldn't. she also read to me sometimes. her oh so attractive deep voice blessed my ears. i would've listened to her rather than my favourite songs, i would've listened to her all day and night.
i held so many thoughts i couldn't say. i didn't want to lose her. she was the only person who could make my day special. whenever i saw her, i forgot about my struggles and smiled for her. if i could've only given her the happiness she had brought to me...
"yubin," i called her name. "how many books have you ever read?"
"books aren't about reading," she told me. "books are about traveling, escaping, remembering, learning, imagining and living."
her eyes stayed focused on mine. and under her gaze, my heart shivered for the first time.
