she bookmarked you
She picks up the dusty old book,
and runs her hand over the fine thick cover, opens it
as she turns the pages, it flows open right onto the chapter she loved the most,
and reading the words, she realized that she could read them with her eyes closed, they were committed to her mind, and written all over her heart,
the valued words, attached to those treasured memories, which were not only the frivolities of those days gone by, but were the white light, which had guided her, the halo on her head which identified her, the wings on her back which helped her fly high, the white dress which made her feel safe and untainted,
She hoped the chapter to never end, because it still helps her figure things out, when they go wrong, it still helps her be faithful, it still makes her smile everytime she cries.
You were something sincere in her life.
And the only thing true.
So she bookmarked you.