It's that afternoon when we were sitting on the grass so green, feeling the breeze of winter, you asked me, if I compare you one to my books which one are you? I mentally scanned the books resting on my shelves in my room and I find it hard to choose one. Then I realized there's this one book I always bring with me, inside my bag, or sometimes, resting on the table beside my bed. I said, that book is you. You said, "Oh, I supposed you've already read me a million times?" I looked at you in the eyes and said, "Once." Your innocent face turned into a confused face as I answered your question. "You are like this book, I can't bear to open it again coz I'm afraid of the end. It's better to have it with me all the time to be sure it won't be gone. Always here. No endings."
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