Even the half book can give you a title.

When you want to save but end up getting saved.

As a book lover, I always take in any kind of book. I don’t care if the last page is missing or the title is not there, I even take it if half of the book is just absent as well. You can pick up a story no matter how it starts because it always takes you somewhere.

Now, before you call me pointless, let me tell you that you’ve been carrying unfinished books yourself, too. You’re also carrying stories from the midway. And they’re called friends. You pick up their story no matter how it started because they’re always taking you somewhere.

When you carry a torn book, you think you saved it, but when you read through it, the words in those torn pages end up saving you. A half book gives your life a new title. Similarly, when there’s a day when you feel the weakest in your bones, your little steps towards the food counter save you. Days where you feel like the torn pages, you save yourself just fine.

I’ve been sick for a few days now, so I can’t really focus much, but during this crucial period, my friends had to take me to the hospital. The moment I looked at the receipt, I noticed my friends didn’t know my surname, and they really used a weird combo of my three names. I laughed while burning in fever, but I felt so precious at the same time. None of them has a stable life, I don’t know them from my childhood, but they are my books I picked up in the midway.

Sometimes the people around us make us what we are originally, and we’re only the people who have the talent to write well, because the way these people help us shape ourselves, immortalising them with our writing, is the highest possible way to show them our gratitude.

To all the books I’ve found halfway, you will never not be cherished by me.