A Book

I am having a wonderful time today; summer is my favorite of the six seasons. Today is a beautiful summer day. The sunlight made everything around look bright and cheerful and reminded me of a childhood moment; we would always choose a day for a picnic like today. Even today, I think it is a perfect day for a picnic. Although now is not the time and the people of that time with whom I will organize a picnic.

I feel something inside my heart. No one could have guessed the thunderbolt inside my heart except me. I have seen lightning try to illuminate hidden emotions briefly. Then a hug of shattered hope formed inside me. The tears in my eyes washed away my romantic dreams. I sat at the bus stop with one of my favorite books.

This is the fifth time I've read the same paragraph because I like to run back to my favorite things. I was also trying to be indifferent to the indoor weather instructions. Black sunglasses covered my puffy eyes. I returned the reflection of a flower I had because I had vowed never to love again. To me, love now stands as a definition; that is, love is just a leading illusion. I was deep in thought about it. So I didn't notice someone sitting next to me; she told me in her thin voice that you were reading Henry too. Because it is also my favorite, and he is my favorite author.

Her friendly smile began to warm my damp heart. The clouds that flowed inside my mind were blown away. I smiled and told her that she was also one of my favorite writers. I tried a little to bring back her smile. Shortly after that, we begin to talk about the impact of literature and today's culture. The bus had already left, but we pretended not to notice. Anyway, I raised my hand and said, my name is Shovan. The touch of her hand caused an electric current to flow through me. The noise of the people around everything seemed to have stopped. We were the only living people on earth who could perceive each other.

I asked her, "Will you have lunch with me today?" She showed a yes sign. A rainbow began to appear over our heads. Which is taking us to our hearts, and I was paying attention to follow it.