your head is my favorite bookstore

sometimes, we dont fall in love with people enough, we only love the idea of 'them'.

we only fall in love with the concept about 'them'.

sometimes, we only love their appearence, we adore how they dressed, or even how they voiced in daily life.

sometimes, we only like their achievements, the university they goes, the job they got, or even their position in the social hierarchy.

but, we often forget that human are more than that. we forget that the most powerful about someone is their own mind.

we often forget to fall in love with their thoughts, how they see something around them. the way they think about this life, about the future.

we also forget that they have a long long history of their life. the trauma they had, the tragedy. we forget to fall in love with that too.

we forget to love their scars, the scars that they got from their childhood memories. we forgot about that a lot too.

we also forget to fall in love with their dreams, the thing that they put their mind on most of the time.

we forget to fall in love with their art too. the personal journal that they always hide, their everyday messy mind, the babbling about their uneasiness, or even the petty things they said repeatedly. i feel like, we already missed out on the most important thing about a person, their over—flowing head.

maybe from now, we should invite ourselves to give us a chance to fall in love again with human beauty, more deeply.