She reminds me of my books.
Her perfume is the new book smell,
her eyes are the cover that drew me,
her soul is the beauty I found within the pages.
She's the type of book that would make me sit and stare at the wall for hours,
the type of book that would put me in a slump knowing no other could ever replace it,
the type of book that I only picked up because of the pretty look, but turned my life around.
She reminds me of my books.
No matter how many I have,
there will always be that one that I could never forget.
And she will forever be that one.