My secrets. Too dark to share with anyone. Especially with those whom I love the most. Then, he comes, gets to know all of them, without me uttering a word. All those things I have buried within the deepest chambers of my heart, he revives them all. After so many years of being hidden within me, he narrates them to me, each one daily, as if I was not the one who went through all of it. Like the way readers narrate their favorite parts of the book to the writer. He laughs about how silly I was, reads them as though they are not what I need to be ashamed of, but as though they are twists in an interesting novel. I bury my face in embarrassment, then I start laughing too, the same way an author's face lights up remembering how he had written that part of his book. We laugh together, louder and louder, as though they were not what I cried about all those nights before him. - He treats me like a book and all my secrets as mere twists. Yet, he loves me whole and keeps me in the libraries of his heart. "What did I do to deserve this kind of love? " I wonder. - Treat me like your favorite book.
- By Sumana Kasturi
Art by:- @maria_uve_