Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if it were all put into a book? Would it be a best seller, or would people throw it out after reading the first page? If everyone’s life were put into a book, they would all be different. No one’s life is the same. To someone else, you may only be a chapter, or even a line. But to someone you love, they share your whole book. When you love someone, and truly do, that love never leaves. You will either always love someone, or you never did. Loving someone is like spilling ink on a page, there’s no way to get rid of it. It’s as permanent as your heart. Love isn’t about always loving just one person; it’s about the people who touch your heart in a certain way. I know I can say that there have been people who have torn the pages of my book, but there are also the ones who have poured glasses’ of ink on every page. I like to think everyone’s book is soaked in ink, because love itself, should never die.