Boys Who Read

Thought Catalog

I’d like a boy who reads.

I’d like a boy that’s able to take me away into a journey, page by page, cover to cover. Glancing at me every once in a while when his pensive eyes get tired from glazing the pages of a paperback

I’d like a boy who reads.

I’d like a boy who likes the new-book smell and old-book smell just the same, one that understands the exhilaration of getting lost in the shelves, like a child in a toy store.

I’d like a boy who concentrates on the classics, his green tea fogging up his glasses,

and when he gets up to stretch, throwing me a smile and lending me a hand because we’ve both been on the hardwood floor for hours. He’d look me in the eyes and I’d know he’s happy I’m part of his reality.

I’d like a boy who reads.

I’d…

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