Honey, if you propose to me like this (or in any similarly creative way), of course I would.
(via planetickets)
Reading for Pleasure-w4m-Fully Booked High Street
The odds were against me even before you arrived. I was at the yogurt place with two wasted frapps from the coffee brewery next door. Couldn’t consume them because they weren’t the stuff I wanted and isn’t that just what our mothers mean when they say don’t settle? Get what you want, do what you want. Shelled out an ungodly amount of bills to pay for electricity and connectivity because I can’t help but feel guilty stealing off other people’s power. Got a cup of yogurt with some kiwis in return and thought about how perverse the fruit looked on its own, unpeeled. Took a spoonful of cream in my mouth and that’s when I caught a glimpse of you leaning against a shelf. I licked my lips in approval but only because there had to be something redeeming about bibliophiles stuck in yogurt shops lodged in huge bookstores! If I can’t check out the books, I might as well check you out, right?
The fine lines of your face and the way your eyes moved attentively through every page indicated only that I had been staring longer than I should have. I’m not sorry. You kept shifting your weight against the shelf, first with your back completely against it and later leaning against your arm but always, always, deeply and completely engrossed, lost in the thick of the pages.
I loosened my hair and it began to rain. You hardly noticed when the water came rushing but as soon as lightning struck you caught a glimpse of me staring straight at you. I blushed mildly as if the drinks in front of me had been spiked. I don’t know what expression it was that you wore that day. I was too embarrassed to look up again but I do remember the way your hands held the book in a gesture both firm and loose (if you could even use these two words together).
In that instant I no longer felt the need to read but instead wanted to be read by you and your beautiful hands.
I don’t really need to see you again but in case I do, I’d like to know what you were thinking while you flipped through Tony Judt’s book—-but only after our “reading” is done, okay? I’m told we always need to talk after devouring good books and you look like the perfect one to read right now…just as a head start, though, (because your book choice promises passion and intense conversation) Judt is one of my favorites.
