The Book I Will Never Finish
The book is just a stretch of my hand. Tiny green bookmark pops up near the quarter part of the book. I hesitated a bit, but then decided to take it. I have not read much of this book, more exactly, refrain from reading it too quickly.
One chapter went by just minutes. I desperately want to continue, but I put on my bookmark, close the book, and put it back again nicely. The book sit perfectly for me to stare at. I just cannot finish this. Not because the story is boring nor it brings bad influence, but I don't want to finish it. I don't want it to be over.
I've been reading since the earliest memory of my childhood. The moment I recognized how to read, I spelled out every signs and boards on the road. Before ten, I've finished a (non-R rated, of course) novel series in just two weeks, not enough to fill my school break. I've been craving more and more books. I read like I only got minutes left to finish it. I read so much that my mind can create sentences just from a falling leaf. I read, but sometimes it becomes more like a blow of little wind. I read to finish the book, and then halfly forget it. The book will be gone to stacks away from sight. I only read a book once, because I might get bored.
And then last month, you gave me the book, along with some words. I've come across people giving me books as present because they knew what I like the most, but this time this particular book flattered the heaven out of me. Not because of the book (it is good tho), but because you giving me book was like one per infinity of possibleness.
I don't like forgetting it that easy when the book finishes. I'd love to have butterflies when I read it. I'd love to keep reading it slow, so it won't finish and still hanging around the shelf of books I haven't finish.
Thank you very much. The book is nothing related to anything in the past, but it takes me down the memory lane. We don't communicate again until now, but I'm glad that happened or instead I will become the most awkward person ever. Sometimes I grumble about why you gave me the book that might set down some memories unable to be erased, but I thank you anyway.
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