An Open Letter to That Book I Never Finished

BOOKS

Dear Book,

It’s not you, it’s me. 

Sure, you hooked me right away. The way you spoke, the way your outer appearance hinted at something deeper…that grabbed me. Stopped me in my tracks. Beguiled me. It was a crush.

And sure, you held me like a book ought, for a while, but I realized that I actually need to love you. In any courtship, the reader has to be won over. And so we cannot continue on in this lie.

There will be other readers for you! I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Will you stop texting me at 2:00 in the morning?

Thanks.

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