Is it too much to want such subtle expressions in life? She wrote down with a tear dropping down marking the intensity of her question.
To read with a lover and to listen to a lover read. How beautiful would it be. To cherish a moment so precious. For it could be under the street lights on a buzzing night when the entire city seems to be rushing, but we would just sit amidst all the noise and find ourselves embracing in a different world. Each word you utter could raise me and help me find a love unnoticed in the previous sentence. And every time I readout, you could kiss each syllable and lend me your ears to adore them with words. It could be a memoir or a book about memories. A novel perhaps that talks about how the protagonist remembers a man but never finds him. Something magical and a little sad. Something that would make us want to find comfort in each other's voices as we read.
What is it that I miss? This void around me is surrounding me with something so terrible. The strange realisation that I am lonely most often hits when I stand to brush. I see there's only one brush and that you're still to come around. Ah! I feel sleepy, yet I need to find comfort. Will, you read me in your dreams? Or shall I find comfort in a dream-less slumber?
She fell asleep with words unfinished. Somewhere on the other side of the galaxy, he picked up the book to start reading where she left off.
Image - One Spring Night (K-drama)
