Why do you look so sad, new one? He loved you, he held your every word sacred, he could not stop gushing about you, he couldn’t put you down until that last page…
Ohh I see. You are now one of us. Relegated to the dusty shelves where no one is ever touched again, let alone be swooned over.
Today, it has been fifteen years since he held me. He hasn’t thought about my words that had once nourished his soul. He doesn’t even remember my name.
And now that you have found your place here, alongside all our dusty little friends, you are now just a part of this collective display he will show off.
But let me tell you a little secret.
Before he put you in here, you have seeped into his very being and changed him forever. Just like the rest of us. All of us make him.
We may get old and dusty and die here, little friend. But in him, we will always be alive and shining.
-Dusty old book in the bookshelf