82- brisingr

Dear Stranger,

This will be the last time I'll be writing to you. My work as a journalist, unfortunately, does not entail coming to the library everyday. However, my work as a librarian did. By the time you read this, I've probably already left and I've seen you by now.

These past three months have been really great. Yes, my life is boring, and yes, it's mostly filled with childish stuff and it's more of a fangirl's diary than anything. I could do this on Tumblr or on Wordpress or on basically any site which lets people write anonymously but there's something magical about books, don't you think? Opening a fresh book everyday, smelling the scent of the books, turning to crisp pages over and simply just holding the book. Then of course, there's the fact that everything was written. A pen, a book and a post-it were all it took. As someone who writes on her laptop, writing on the tiny piece of paper has been exhilarating, it's not the most common feeling in the world but it is mine.

I started writing these post-it notes because I was going through a tough time. Working a night shift tends to do that to you. When you go home, your friends are already asleep. When they leave, you're probably asleep. Yeah, I talk to my friends a lot by texting them or by Facebook or by one of those various contraptions but nothing can beat talking to them about your day. Texting about your day is quite dull, really, when you can talk.

My ex-boyfriend, when he entered the picture, was awake at the same time as I was but I couldn't talk to him either. When one person doesn't want to listen to another's story, you just assume that it's boring. My friends probably wouldn't have read those stupid post its with boring descriptions, but you did.

This is my way of saying 'thank you'. Thank you for being such a great friend who was willing to lend a ear (or an eye) to my boring life and writing about his in an attempt to make me feel better. I've said this to you many times but I cannot stress on it enough because you really are an amazing person and all the adjectives in the world won't describe it. You can be an idiot though. We can probably still talk on livethefiction and discuss all the wonderful theories but I'm really going to miss these faux diary entries and someone listening to me even though I'm the one who's going to stop it.

Anyway, I hope you forgive me for not giving you a longer notice and these chocolates are my way of saying sorry. Also, I left a book for you at the desk; I think you'll really like it.

Yours truly,

Her.

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author's note

Anyone expected any of that? My heart is breaking. </3

Anna :(