My dearest friend

My dearest friend,

Today I missed you. You know I prefer diving into your plot to surviving in this chaotic city. Today, the day was longer than usual, full of traffic but fortunately, I found a seat soon and you know that's kinda difficult to get at the rush hour.

My hands also missed you. They missed the shape of your body and the smell of your ink combined with every single vein of your paper pages. Those intriguing words that from time to time appear to riddle my thoughts and make me revise that story again.

You cuddle my imagination. You've become a part of my everyday life, you're much more than an intellectual accessory, you're my placebo, my real Shangri-la, my best friend.

When in need, every page has sheltered me in passion and adventure.

You undoubtedly and completely know and understand me.

You know my darkest desires, my looniest imagination; you've seen my eyes drawing outrageous landscapes in every scene. Even you know how lethal I can be to stand up for my beliefs, how brave I can be for the ones I love and care.

You paint my sadness in black ink, and then you subtly reveal the most breathtaking set of letters which form a new language in such a way that we both are able to speak and understand each other.

Oh, my sweet and true mate you take me to your own wonderland. We've got an amazing bond, you and I conquering, changing, and making the world a better and more bearable place to live in.

Oh, my tiny but mighty adventurer, travelling companion, my precious belonging. I treasure you more than anything in this world.

Love,

Your regular reader and friend

June 2016