06/04/2026
I was chosen on a quiet afternoon.
Taken home, carried through streets,
opened slowly, page by page.
I’ve seen her mornings, her pauses, her thoughts.
I’ve traveled in her bag, rested by her coffee,
and lived between her hands.
And somehow… I found my way back
to where my story with her began.
I guess I have two homes now. 📖☕