Sometimes, I wonder if it was worth it.

Worth the sleepless nights and tear-stained pillows.
Worth the puffy eyes and baggy dark circles.
Worth the endless crying and snot cover tissues.

Was it really worth it?

But then I realised it was worth it and much more. It gave us our first crush, A hero worth dreaming for and a love worth crying for.

As I thought about it, I realised I would never trade those days which I spend with it, my best friend, my books.

Those days when my happiness and sadness where both bound to just a fictional character.
Those days when I spent hours being holed up in my room in my own world.
Those days when I preferred fictional characters way over a real person.
That happiness I got when I touched a new book.
When I saved my all my money just to buy a book.
Those days.

Because it was worth it and much more. Those tear-stained pillows and sleepless nights.

Books taught me a lot. A lot of things I couldn’t have learnt without them. And for that, I will always be thankful to them.

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