An open love letter to books
Well, in
relation to my post on Enid
Blyton, I thought I should further espouse my devotion to these soon-to-be
antiquated objects (not too soon actually. Apparently sale of paperbacks have increased).
Why do I love
thee, my printed double-sided lover?
Simply because
you know me, and knowing me, you still accepted me whole. You know me deeply,
all my flaws and failings, yet never judged. The remarkable thing is… you never
once spoke to me. Well, not audibly anyway. Yet you reach deep into the core of
my being, to draw out secreted emotions I never knew I possessed. Your words
transcend pulp, ink and air. Your words give shape to my inner desires, give
form to my imagination, and give hope to my dreams. If they say that love makes
food taste better, then you make me live my life better. You imbue life with a multitude
of hues and brilliance.
I understand
your struggles like my own. I feel your pain like mine. I cry when you cry. A
small part of me dies when you die. I ache when you ache. When injustice
happens in your world, I grit my teeth waiting for justice to be served. When
you laugh I laugh, when you fall I laugh, when you mess up I feel your
embarrassment, and I still laugh. We are connected, you and I, by our shared
love of words and life. We are connected by the emotions you evoke in me.
Your loyalty
is indomitable. I age, and so will you. I develop wrinkles, you crease and get
dog-eared. I get frail and weak, you turn yellow and brittle. I lose my teeth,
you lose your edges. You never will betray me, or lose me. However, I, being
the flawed one, might misplace you. I also judge you by your cover sometimes,
which is my loss, for I may miss out on an excellent read.
Then again,
you are not entirely flawless. You have disappointed me before. You are sometimes
bland and lackluster, full of clichés and improbability. Other times you are
dense and confusing, full of yourself and grandiosity. Sometimes I cannot reach
the end, because it is too trying a journey.
Sometimes, I just want to be away from you, and distract myself with television
programmes or mindless games, for at times our relationship does become mundane
or overly intense. It is totally normal though, and I know you understand. I
know you are not worried, because you know that my love for you will never
waver. We are inseparable.
There is a
world of difference between us. Yet you embody everybody’s life, mind and soul.
You embody the world that I exist in. You
possess the power to change me, to change us, to change my world. That is why I
love you.
I believe I
could never write a love letter as beautiful and as heartfelt as this to
another, for which man or being knows me like you do?
You, and
only you, are my perfect lover.
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