He used to be my obsession.
He'd take me on exciting new adventures to enthralling new places, make me feel all sorts of emotions.
He'd take me by the hand and we鈥檇 sneak out in the middle of the night, to an unknown destination.
Sometime I'd come back with tears on my cheeks, other times I come back with a suspicious smile on my lips.
You see, he was witty, and charming, and funny , and profound.
He was my teacher, my first go to source for any advice, ever gentle and patient.
He was confusing sometimes, simple at others.
He was civil sometimes, and utterly daring at others.
He taught me what I know about this world and others worlds.
Because of him, I miss feelings I've never felt, I miss people I've never met, and places I've never been to.
Oh yes, he could afford me the luxury of living the life I could only dream of.
And he taught me how to dream of the life I could build.
He made my mind strong, and my heart gentle, maybe too gentle.
He made my eyes wondering and my thoughts exploring.
But most of all, he made me wise.
He is a Book, my best friend who never spoke.
Aren't books just Awesome? 馃槃
Happy World Book Day.
