My soulmates

Someone once laughed at me when I referred to my books as my soul mates.
Perhaps it doesn't sound right; or were we looking at soul mates in the perspective of a living being in the form of a human?

I know, soul mate are typically referred to lifetime partners; people who will there by your side for the rest of your life.
But, to really be a soul mate, don't you there is a connection to the soul?

And to me, being a reader or a bookworm since young, I have always loved to be around books.
I could finish reading a book really fast; and I love interpret what is being delivered through the entire story.
As such, you can definitely guess that I love to write as well.
Nothing spectacular; just whatever that comes into my inspiration.

I own a collection of books; and am still expanding my collection.
I am particular with the handling of my books; fearing for the dog-eared pages, the folded line of the book center which could lead to the loss of the adhesion grip of all the sheets.
As such, I can be such a fussy person when it comes to dealing with my books.

As to books being my soul mates, this still hold regardless of whether my partner minds or not =P
To me, books will never be judgmental; nor will they be discriminative and they can often open a window to the soul and change the way we all think of the perspectives of life.
Therefore, why can't I call them my soul mate?

Sentimental

Being rather sentimental lately and it's not something which should be judged good or bad.
There are things that I know I should have let go and just not look back
I should forget and move forward
Look forward and just leave it behind

It's always easier said than done
And not everyone has an iron heart, otherwise we would not be blessed to have heart in flesh and humanity sense
Well, someday it's got to go...
And perhaps what it takes is only a little bit more of time...

And someday, just maybe someday, things will be alright....forget and perhaps ready to forgive?

Fairytale...

I used to think it was all like a fairytale, and that everything is just nice and sweet.
I thought I believed in it too....and that it was all for real

But am I imagining it?
Is it for real and is it here to stay?
I don't know whether I am seeing it anymore...
Or was I thinking too much about it....

I am not sure whether everything will be gone by midnight
and whether I am the one in rags
I just know that fairytales are beautiful and I do not want to believe they do not exist

Should I wake up or should I still stay in the realm of the fairyland?