We all had friends we never talk to anymore. Friends we met on our neighborhood and school. Or those we met on our way to and from home. We all had great moments with them, now only part of the past. It’s not because people love to leave. It’s time that made us show up to someone’s life, and leave. It’s time that made us strangers to someone we we’re once closed with.  

Your best childhood friend didn’t want you two to part ways. It’s not either your fault that time changed you as you grow old, that time made you grow farther from each other. It’s not because of both of you.

We may have lost people we call our friends because of time, but we’ll never lose books with time. We grow old with them, not away from them.

When I was younger, we had books above our cabinet. A lot of books, even occupied the entire cabinet top up to the ceiling. Some are academic, dictionaries, and a few fiction ones. I was still learning to read by that time, but I already loved books. The sound of turning page after pages comforted me like a music, like a lullaby, so gentle. The smell and the texture accompanied me whenever I’m alone in the house, like a friend.

Books teach us more about people than people.

The time came when I had to go to school. I used to bring my textbooks with me no matter how heavy. If I had to carry them between my arms because my bag is too full, I would, and I did many times. I touched my books gingerly like they’re fragile leaves. I felt sad when some students just tear pages from theirs and crumple and throw them at each other. I wanted to tell them that’s now how one must enjoy books.

After classes, I go straight to the library. I’ve always loved to be in a library or a bookstore, or any room with much books that I’d see one in every corner. I’d scan through shelves to look for titles I would love like Ibong Adarna or other Filipino children books and even Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland (my favorite until now). Reading in the library wasn’t enough for me though, I used to borrow books too and bring them home to read to my siblings. That’s the best thing in my grade school I won’t forget.

Books help us know ourselves better.

When I had no one to talk to, I read books. They always save me.

I’d rather have them with me than be with my loud and mean classmates. Because books don’t judge.

Reading isn’t boring. Books make us live other lives

So, no matter how old we get or how far we’d reach, books will be our companion, our friends.

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