We first bonded over books. Pretty much anyway. Our first meeting was at a country western bar. Our first date was at the zoo. B says he knew he had to have a second date when I dropped Douglas Adams and Harry Potter references about five minutes apart in the reptile house at said zoo.
Our second date was at a bookstore. We met up after work and wandered the aisles touching books. This one made me laugh, this one was pivotal to my growing up, this is my favorite book ever.
I’m not sure now how many books we pulled out and discussed. I’m not sure how many hours we spent there. More than we should have probably. For sure for him, he had a test at an ungodly early hour, like 0200 or 0300 early but still he talked to me until the store closed. We each left with a book the other had recommended. I suppose it was no surprise that he loaned me his favorite book before he left – books were our first shared love.
Combining our collections was an art. Even now we still find duplicate books. Each story is filled with so much more than just the words on the page. The memories we’ve made with these books, they’re imprinted on the pages.
Our books haven’t been unpacked and organized for almost two years. I didn’t know I needed it, but seeing the books lining the shelves and touching our old friends, has finally made this place feel like home.