sometimes i like to compare myself to a book and the buyer as someone i know or knew. imagine you go to a bookstore and you finally get the book you’ve always wanted. you cherish that book, you love that book, you read it inside and out, for a while you tell everyone it is your favorite book. but sooner or later you get done reading that book. that book you cherished and loved eventually goes on your bookshelf. you don’t keep it as close, you might tell some people it is your favorite but the sentences don’t feel the same anymore. eventually you find a new book, one that can replace the old one. so your old book stays on your bookshelf and you slowly forget about it, you may glance at it, you may remember the memories, you might even miss the way you felt when you read it, but i'm no longer your favorite book. the book you cherished and loved and spent all night reading, taking it everywhere with you is now your old book. you kept me close for a while which felt like i was on top of the world, but i was eventually replaced. that's the cycle of life for me. i'll only be someones favorite for a little while. but deep down i know that if i was they buyer instead, i would always cherish that book and tell everyone that it is my favorite, always. i would make sure you would never get dusty, never lonely, and always by my side. but soon i’ll realize the change, the shorter sentences. i wouldn’t even be able to think about it without crying. because no matter how hard i tried to be that favorite book always, and no matter how hard i cherished that book, they get tired of it, of me. i cry because of the simple fact that i will never be the favorite book again even though it will always be my favorite book. this is the life of someone who is easily replaced. you constantly think about what you did wrong, maybe my sentences weren’t long enough, maybe my cover was ripped, maybe, maybe, maybe. maybe the reality is that there is nothing wrong with the book, there is nothing wrong with me. there is something wrong with buyer because they will never love you they way that you loved them. slowly we both let the books go, people may mention it and you think about reading it again because of the happiness that it brought you. but you broke the book to much, you hurt me to much, to a state that the book will never be the same, it no longer opens up with the loving arms it used to, it no longer wants to be with you because of the way you neglected my love. my life is like a book. i no longer want to be that book.

-Moon Na-Bi (문 나비).