I knew this day was coming, and I knew it would fill me with grief. There was so little left in you that I knew it was only a matter of time before it all ended and I would be forced to say goodbye.

I used to live for the evenings we would spend together. I loved cuddling up in my bed with you and escaping reality. You made me forget all my worries, transporting me into a land of bliss. Sometimes I would lose sleep because of the time we spent together, but it was always worth it.

We went through so many ups and downs together. You made me laugh and cry, sometimes you surprised me, sometimes you made me angry or annoyed; I guess you could say that it was this roller coaster of emotions that kept me fascinated with you. You always knew how to keep me guessing, and coming back for more.

My life will never be the same now. You taught me so much, opened my eyes to so many new ideas, new adventures. I have grown intellectually and spiritually because of you. I may try to find something similar, but nothing will ever be the same as you. I wish we could have spent eternity together.

Alas, it is time to return you to the library. Goodbye, book. It was nice reading you.

“Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled “This could change your life.”
― Helen Exley