Books, Imagination and Love

I love book stores. I love the feeling of imagination enveloping you as you walk through the doors, that the smell of the bindings are overwhelming and with every book you pick up a new and completely different story is told.  I love how you can sometimes spend hours in a book store and never purchase a single thing but walk away with so many new thoughts that your head is swimming with new ideas, new theories, new bewilderment.  I love the fact that you walk away with the knowledge of wanting more to your life than what one night can bestow, one night of kisses, whispers, empty promises and still believe there's that one person still out there waiting to learn everything about you. 


Tonight, I walked into a book store, spent less than twenty minutes there and purchased a book I didn't go in looking for but rather, it found me, at the exact perfect moment.  The foreword stated this: 

"basis, n. - There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.  If the moment doesn't pass, that's it - you're done.  And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far.  It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back.  Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face."  ~ David Levithan