Reader

One of things that made me love him
Was the way he read.
He was one of those people
With such a vibrant imagination
That he was able to live the character’s life
Rather than just observe.
He is my kind of reader,
He embraces the fact that
Books are meant to be lived.
When he reads,
He puts so much into it,
That he is lost to the world I’m in.
When he reads,
I don’t exist,
He will be in whatever world
The pages trap.
And I don’t mind that I’m not a part
Of his Universe in those moments,
Because he is the most beautiful thing
In my Universe in those moments.

-A

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3 comments

  1. wordsbecomelegacies · July 14, 2015

    Wow. You have eloquently written how I feel about my B too.

    Liked by 1 person

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