Reader …

I read you, like a well-worn book on a dusty windowsill, where the rain taps gently on the glass, and the scent of coffee mingles with the cool air of a spring morning. Each drop of rain heralds the promise of a new beginning, and the bittersweet farewell to what has passed.

You are the pages of an open book, inviting me to lose myself within your story. As I take a sip of coffee, its warmth seeps into my soul, intertwining with the words that beckon me to read you, to feel you.

I am drawn into your narrative, like a traveler navigating uncharted lands, discovering the depths of your emotions, the echoes of your experiences. With each turn of the page, I am captivated by the richness of your tale, the intricacies of your being.

I read you, and I am enveloped in the essence of your existence, experiencing the world through your eyes, feeling the weight of your joys and sorrows. Your story becomes a part of me, a melody that resonates in the chambers of my heart.

You are the open book, and I am the reader, bound by the invisible threads of your narrative. I read you, I feel you, and in doing so, I am forever changed by the beauty of your words.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer