I looked you in the eyes and I let you in. I yearned for our beginning, dreamt of our "hello."

You were a book on the shelf and I wanted to read every word you had to say.

Your kindness luring me in but only to be what was splayed across the cover.

You opened up and introduced me to your prologue. I learned I must hold you with care. Turn each of your pages oh so delicately, sure not to cause ...