i haven't finished reading the story of us
but it feels as though
you have stopped following the words
that bring us together

our story has collected dust
it remains on a shelf
ignored, untouched
recognized from time to time, but never opened
by your dancing hands

but you see my dear,
i carry around my copy like it is
a flower that is incapable of wilting

the pages fill me with wonder
the mystery leaves me eager for the next chapter

you will always be my most favorite character
you will always be dog-eared
my waiting love for you is tucked away in the creases

i would fill a library with all the words i have to say to you

if only
if only i could be booksmart
and untangle this plot