You treated me almost as though I was a book. You saw me, your eyes gleaming with curiosity and interest. You claimed me as yours, and opened me up. You memorized everything about me, just like you would your favorite book, scanning and remembeing the look of the outside, the artwork and the specific details. Then you read every part of me, the chapters of my life and every story in-between. The good, and the not so good. You analyzed everything, even reading between the lines. You fell in love with me the way you do your favorite book. But soon you got to the end, filled with disappointment that it was over. You'd hoped for a happy ending, just like your favorite book. But that's not what you got. Instead, you got an emotional, heart wrenching conclusion. But somehow, I was still your favorite.
And although you are moving on to your next book, you have engraved your name into the last page of your favorite book, claiming it to be yours forever.
And even though you may never touch that book, or me, ever again, we will always be yours. And your name will remain with us for eternity.