There’s always something about people who reread books like me. It’s always curious when you find people going back to the things they have already read and experienced. Why would they even want to read books when they already know how it ends and how things would turn out to be.
and I could always answer that.
Sometimes one would want to go back and reread not because they think that the end will change or that the story will be different the second or the nth time around, but because there are things that one would want to experience again knowing that the memory can only be retrieved in a certain place.
and maybe that’s why some people would want to recover and unearth buried things, buried thoughts, and buried feelings. Things that were once forgotten are being excavated and placed in a pedestal of being antique and precious, just like how museums treasure the things of the past.
and maybe that’s why people created museums and history books because we always want to go back to what it used to be and we always want to remember and never forget.
and maybe that’s why I unearthed the feelings I have had for you. You are a masterpiece, a magnum opus, an obra maestra, a piece that will forever be treasured and placed in a pedestal in the chambers of my heart.
I started reading Antoine’s The Little Prince again yesterday, and I can’t help but think about you because this was one of our favorite books. Something that we would always talk about besides Looking for Alaska. It was always you who comes first in my mind whenever I think of books, words, and even lyrics in a song, because it was you who was willing to listen to my random and sometimes foolish analysis of things.
and maybe that’s why I have been rereading a lot of things lately.
and maybe that’s because there are things that will only remain in the past and can only be unearthed but can never be experienced again just like how it used to be.
and maybe because you are just a precious painting in a museum.
one cannot touch it
one cannot feel it
but one can only see it in a distance,
because you are a thing of the past.