Love is a new book

Love is a book

I always wanted to build a library. A library of my own.

I love collecting books, referring to my favorite lines, going back to read between the lines to connect missing dots. But I’m a traveler, I travel light. I don’t want to leave books in a trash, sell them to a stranger who won’t love them the way I want them to do. I’m a possessive lover of my favorite books. Continue reading “Love is a new book”