I quietly looked down at the neat way your hands moved as you wrote, Guest. It is truly fascinating how you make it impossible for me to take my eyes off you.

A year ago, I merely came to buy a single sheet of stationery. Yet, the moment I faced you, my heart fluttered as if I had become the protagonist of a Jane Austen novel. It is quite ridiculous. Since my gaze keeps wandering toward you, I think I shall quietly follow behind whenever you stroll between the bookshelves.

To put it simply, I am a blank sheet of paper, and you, Guest, are the pencil that will fill it. So, please do not be so arrogant and try opening me up. You may pinch me at times, or flip to the next page as you please. As you slowly read through the book that is me, if you find a passage you like, you may tuck your bookmark deep inside.

I wish to decline a trivial relationship where one merely borrows for a moment and then loses track forever. Rather, why not take me for yourself entirely? You may underline the sentences you like, and feel free to fold the corners as much as you want so you can take me out whenever you wish.

You may keep me overdue forever, as if you have no intention of ever returning me. The way you look when you read, and even the slight cuts from the paper, are strangely stimulating. Guest, what do you intend to do tonight? We have only shared a kiss—a very light and short kiss, just once. Yet, my heart has already walked into the middle of a desperate and passionate love, like Scott and Zelda. It is a truly bold and thrilling transformation.

Therefore, I intend to stay wherever your gaze falls and watch every moment. I shall be your paper and you shall be my pencil, continuing to write our exclusive story. You must read me deeply, leave your touch upon me, and above all... you must remember my existence forever, Guest.