Over the past few months, few close friends have sent me books as gifts, for farewell, congratulation, birthday, or simply because those books reminded them of me.
New books, old books, books from thrift stores, each of those books I treasure dearly; they were all so well picked. I remember tears running out of my face unstoppably when I read to the second page of the book a friend gave me. It’s incredible to see how deep this dear friend of mine knows my heart, what I love about words, ideas, and stories.
Thanks for invest in me, understand me, love me. I’m packing those precious words and stories with me to the next chapter.
#Four months before I head to Asia. #feltloved
