I'll find you in the pages...

They spoke on the phone. Every day. That's how it had to be, for now. During their conversations they would share stories of childhood, visions of the future, dreams of traveling abroad, and literature. The literature that each of them felt molded their lives. He listened to her as she passionately recited passages that made her mind reel. He asked her to make a list of her favorite authors. She did. That Sunday, as he walked the narrow city streets, he stumbled upon a small secondhand bookstore and quickly ducked in out of the rain. He walked directly to the M's and pulled one of the books she mentioned from the shelf, purchasing it immediately. He walked home with it carefully tucked under his arm. Up the stairs to his apartment his anticipation grew. He wanted to see the words that moved her. He walked straight to his sofa where he sat the rest of the afternoon, reading the entire work cover to cover in one sitting. With each chapter he felt her sitting beside him. The turn of each page brought them closer together. So close they could touch.