Of books and of water

I got you and forgot you. You will get me and forget me. In between getting and forgetting, there is a morbid number which both of us wrote on a piece of stone and threw into the pocket of narcissism. We were ready to leave everything for love but instead of everything we left the very idea of love. We smiled but no one felt the warmth of that smile. Whenever we laughed, at the end we laughed at each other. You took me as a sailor who had no ships and I took you as a reader who spent her life sleeping in a library. We were happy with ourselves as both of us were liar and we knew it. One day, I truly had a chance to be the captain of a ship and you woke up in the library and started reading. That day, we parted. And love took shelter in books and water.