During our time together… we spent most of our days in coffee shops and book stores.
He knew I had a strange obsession with a world other than this own in which I escaped from every time I picked up a book
I fell in love with writers like Shakespeare, Frost, Mark Twain who weren’t afraid to break all the rules and dare to reinvent a reality of their own.
A reality so well thought out that others wanted to escape with them.
Like a dream…
We are no longer together but like stories memories are forever and if you hold on strong enough to the good ones you can always re read that chapter
Even if the other page is a disaster. At the end of the story we were no longer friends but somewhere a long the story we shared a love. A love for literature a love for dreams.