"Why do you love reading so much?" 

Your eyelash fall over your cheeks,

sheltering you dimple smile and I restrain my thoughts from spilling into the air.

Love for a book is when the words breathe and live in you, when the character is you coded with words. Writing is a technology with codes unique to each, just live our minds our programmed to each.

Love for a book is when you fall asleep smiling, the weight of it against your chest, filling that part of your hart that yearns for something else than this sleep, wake up study and repeat.

It is my only lifeline, a twine that constantly keeps me from slipping off from becoming a dark grey blob of normal and ordinary.

"Stories." I whisper, thumbs scarping over the familiar binding of my novel.

"Stories." You grin.