This is pertaining to my recent detachment towards reading. It’s sad and I feel an absence in my life, an absence that I want to fill but I’m not able to because for some unknown reason my reading habit has taken a back seat. It’s as if writing has drawn me apart from reading and that is something I’m not really appreciating.
There are times when I miss your touch on my fingers, the smell of your being that I relive in my memories and the happiness of holding you in my hands.
Oh, I miss you so much, my Books 😍💙