Between the Lines of Books and Love

Books have always been more than paper and ink to me — they are entire universes where every word carries a hidden heartbeat. I lose myself in the pages, underlining sentences that feel like secret whispers meant only for me. Sometimes I realize I’m not just reading someone else’s journey — I’m quietly searching for my own reflection between the lines.

Life feels the same. We are all characters in stories that unfold with every sunrise. Some chapters are soft and warm, others heavy and challenging, and there are days when it feels impossible to turn the page. But just like in the best novels, there comes an unexpected twist — someone enters the story, and suddenly everything starts to make sense.

I like to imagine that my next chapter hasn’t been written yet. That it’s waiting for a co-author — a man who is not just a passing character, but a partner, a friend, maybe even the kind of love that turns every page into something unforgettable.

So maybe books are not only for reading… maybe they teach us how to live, how to love, and how to be brave enough to write our own story — with someone who feels like destiny between the lines