Our Letters

The girl that read,

I watched you read. You smile, laugh, cry and yell at the book. I saw the way you loved the book, cherished it, then later I would see how it changes you, the way characters moved you. I saw you close the book then hug it tight when you would finish it, then place it back on your bookshelf with all the others. I would see you walk back over to your bed and lie there for hours re-thinking the book. Huddling up in a ball. Crying, and asking why? Then you'd walk back over to the bookshelf, unsure whether to read the next book, or wait until tomorrow? You'd always grab the sequel if there was one and read it straight away, or you'd wait until tomorrow for a new fresh book. Or even an old one. I'd see your parents walk into your room and try to bring you outside, but it never did work. I watched you storm into your room and slam the door after having a heated argument with a parent or close friend. And see you walk over to your bed and read, to have all of your worries fade away and to slowly drift into the world of books.

I saw you read.

I saw you care.

I heard your laughter,

Your tears,

Your courage.

I saw you.

The boy who saw.