Read me. My every word. Read my every sentence. My composition. My structure. Read how my words flow together. Don’t forget my punctuations. Stop at my periods and pause at my commas.
Remember my characters. Remember my subject. Decipher me. What is my topic? What’s the author’s reason for writing this? Who is the author?
My words still have meaning. Read me again. Learn more. Find my hidden message. Hover your fingers on my pages. Read me fast or slowly, just read more. Read me accurately. Read me aloud. Reading me quietly creates concern.
Find my flaws; topic inconstancies; incorrect tenses. Fix me if you must. Rewrite my words. Make me better. Make my story perfect for you. Create a new story of us.
Write your story next to me. Write it within me. My story and your story will write our story. Then I can read you often rather than imagine you existing amongst me. I’ll too read you aloud and find your message. I’ll massage your words into my own. But let’s not be fiction, let’s be factual in what we write. I will keep my eyes all over you, as I critically think on your story.
Our stories belong together. Concatenating it shall be infinite: never ending. We will reminisce on the chapters in our book that brings so much joy. We will also learn from those hard lessons.
Let my story last forever. Let it be a lesson on true love. Deep love. Love Love. Because my story is about love. Just keep reading, my love.
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