To be loved like this
She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.
He hadn’t forgotten the way her eyes danced as she described it. Or the way her voice lowered just a touch; reverent, almost shy, when she said, “It made me feel like I wasn’t alone in my head.” That sentence had stuck with him more than he cared to admit. So when he found the book tucked into the corner of an old used shop on 9th, half-hidden between a philosophy text and a faded paperback romance, he’d stopped cold. The spine was cracked, the pages dog-eared, margins scribbled in by some stranger years ago. Someone else’s h
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