l watch her from the dusty Old bookshelf,and somehow l still can't believe that this is now my life,lam officially a member of the unread,unwanted boring books section.l watch her my owner reading her newly acquired books.lam now just another old book to her.l sits alone on a dusty shelf, my worn out leather cover creaking with age. The once-vibrant colors have faded to a muted brown, and the gold lettering has chipped away, leaving only a faint glimmer of its former glory. A thin layer of dust coats the cover, and the pages, yellowed with time, seem to whisper secrets to the silence. My spine is cracked, and the corners are bent, giving it a worn, well-loved appearance. As l rest on the shelf, l seem to be holding my breath, waiting for the touch of my young reader's hands to bring me back to life.l was once loved