Erratum.

I used to give away my books the way I give my relashionships up. Abruptly, carelessly yet already drenched in romanticized regrets.

I gave away books I never read .Books I didnt particularly like. Books I planned on reading. Books I hastily scanned. Books I scarcely opened. Books I never got the time to finish. Books I genuinely loved. Books I wish I could get back.

You were the book which reading was constatly delayed, barely enjoyed for its mere worth. Though you weren’t heavy to be carried around, there was almost no space between your lines in most of the blue-inked pages. During the few times I payed a diligent attention to what my eyes were looking at, I discovered heartbreaking passages, thrilling fragments and endearing statments.

To my greatest regret, I let you be taken away. Only after your loss that I realized that you’ve never belonged in my stained dusty shelves because ,you, were never,  a put-away book.