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When Readers Fall in Love
Imagination is the key
Why are readers are the only people I want to fall in love with? Because they use their imagination.
Imagination best used in between the sheets and in between the ears. A guy that I don’t have to think, “Did he get that?” reference. He did. And more. He’d throw another one back at me.
I want a man that has words. Plenty of words.
One who can deep dive into my brain and pussy.
Reading brings immersion into another’s story. Another place. You build empathy. Your heart expands a little bit with each new chapter.
Only, I didn’t marry a reader.
“You know I don’t read books,” my hubby says. “No time for that shit.”
“Yeah…” I mutter under my breath.
Instead of watching mindless television — learn something. Or maybe use your head for once instead of your eyes.
Readers are going extinct. Like rhino’s in Africa and honeybees. The world is collapsing around them. We won’t have much left. I still write thank you cards in cursive and I leave voicemails. I sometimes even take a picture with gasp, a CAMERA.
The rise of TikTok has made me long for deeper humans. How can we reduce our lives to 60 second intervals? Why do I…
