Dear bookworm...
Books are drugs to me.
And so are you.
Dear bookworm,
Whenever, wherever you are
I hope you read this.
I'd forgotten how we met in the first place.
Oh, that was when I borrowed your book for the first time.
Knowing someone is a bookworm is quite endearing to me.
Finding a bookworm pal is like discovering a hidden gem.
Especially when it comes to someone like you.
You were sent by the cosmos to heal my broken heart, and we met at the proper time.
When I was drowning in grief and had suffered a heartbreak, you brightened my days.
You had no idea what was going on, but you did some amazing things.
Even if we lose communication in the future, I will remember who you are.
Thank you once again for everything. You're fantastic.
Yours sincerely,
Imelda
This unsent letter is written and dedicated for a bibliophile I met a long time ago.

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