But now if you open it up and take a look
You're the beginning and the end of every chapter
Sweet lines from a song that keeps playing repeated on my radio. You know the sort that gets into your head. But I can't help but start thinking how very true it is.
We grow up with this image of the perfect guy, someone with similar hobbies, likes and dislikes. And after all they do say the best relationships are based on common interests. My endlesly sappy friends, Lanky Lex and Jaunty Jared, seem to have that all sewn up with their shared adoration of classical music, environmental affairs and chirpy sparrows. Twins separated at birth, I swear.
Even Soused Soldat and his multi-personality collective managed to find a man who appreciated his love of sappy musicals and spontaneous jaunts down under.
Now you're telling me you hate books?! Take that back!
Me and Charming Calvin? Almost nothing. Seriously. My endless shopping sprees probably tires him. My neverending home DIYs probably scare him. Even my greatest hobby only gets a lazy nod from him. And I mean soporific since he can barely last an hour with even the most electrifying bestseller. Thrilling pageturner so they say on the back cover reviews - but just flip a page and our sleepy fellow's already deep in dreamland.
At least he's trying to read a book. Or ten, as his resolution this year says.
Calvin : I shall read ten books!
Paul : *snort*
Calvin : I will read ten books!
Paul : How about settling with ten chapters instead?
Well, I know. I'm not exactly supportive.
Booklovers certainly can get obsessed since it seems someone actually made a study of it :) Bibliophiles and their partners. What if he reads? What if he reads an entirely different genre?
Always thought I'd have someone that would be able to share my thoughts on the written word - since I find words endlessly fascinating - but as the song says, he's something I would never choose but something I'd never want to lose.
Oh yeah here's the song I was talking about. Corny as hell but I've learned it's okay to be corny every once in a while.