P/N: Read along ^.^

I had never been a character,

In any mended book.

I've always just been a reader,

Waiting to have a story of my own.

I resided in some pages,

Of books of the celebrated.

Having a trivial part of my own,

Being content in what I got.

Then you came along and I did.

I did have words, I did have a story.

A story to cry over,

A story to smile at.

A story to be so proud of,

I never thought I could have.

More of feelings rather than words,

It was a miracle for you to have come.

The ending is not the most beautiful,

But all stars don't form constellations,

You gave me a forever in finite days,

I never thought I deserved.

Now I am a book,

With a tale of love and appreciation.

Not read by many but one,

A story which will always be my dearest.