People are like books. Each is different but has a story to tell; a story that can be seen and known by opening their pages, their layers. Each is unique, rich, deep, page after page, filled with life. Each waits to be lifted off from a shelf and into the hands of another; cared for, understood, and loved. But, each book is constantly judged by its cover. The truth and worth it holds - so important, sadly neglected and forgotten. And once someone reads them, some, the unlucky, can be replaced because, in time, the initial value that was once worthy is overlooked. Some may question if they are even worth the time anymore, and that is what scares me, and probably a lot more. As books, we hope to be found by the rarest few. The rarest few that willingly and continually understands you, comes back to you, makes sure you are cared for, remain loyal to you, and keeps you close, even if one day they stumble upon a more appealing cover.

They say
"the grass is always greener on the other side"
But I say,
"the grass is greener where it rains,
where you water it."
Flowers need sun to grow,
but also rain to bloom.
You can't experience the sunshine
without going through storms.