She was a book, of which i was just a chapter or a page, oh I'll be happy if i was even a word in it. I was meant to be folded away after reading while she deserved to be preserved in a library, i was the word she didn't bother to know the meaning of while she was the only book i wanted to last forever, but here i am suffocating between hundreds of pages while she's delighted making someone else read her entire self and i was left wondering was i really just a word in her entire dictionary?