I caught myself thinking that it's at moments like these that you don't want fuss, but real, live conversations.

This morning, I opened a book I'd been putting off for a long time:

"A Little Life" by Hanya Yanagihara.

I knew it would be hard... but I had no idea how deeply it would touch.
This story is like a slowly smoldering fire inside, which sometimes warms, sometimes burns.

There's so much pain in it, but also so much real love, support, acceptance.

I caught myself sometimes just putting the book down on my lap and looking at the ceiling, digesting what I'd just read.
Do you know this feeling? When you don't just read — you live with the characters.

And at such moments, I acutely feel how much I miss a person with whom I can share such emotions. To ask: "What do you think? Could you do this — forgive, understand, stay close?"

Do you like to read?
What books touch you? What genre do you prefer — detectives, fantasy, psychology, maybe classics or biographies?
Or maybe you don't read often either, but sometimes you find that one book that becomes like a friend?

In general, I believe that books shape us. Sometimes one page can change everything.

To make you understand who you are. Or who you want to be. Maybe that's why I'm holding on to every word, every emotion between the lines — because it gives meaning to these hospital days.

You know, despite the IVs and sterile air, it's as if a light bulb went on inside me. It became warm.
Maybe it's all because of the book... or maybe it's because I'm waiting for your answer. 😊📖✨