To my dearest Cancer Bookmark,
First of all, Happy 7th birthday! Wow. Can you believe that? You’re like a child I nurtured (or not!) and it’s incredible how you’ve quickly gone to 2nd grade school. I was just absentmindedly stroking the creases along your battered physique while reading a nice book this morning when the thought hit me. I can’t even remember if you were a gift or I bought you myself.
To set things straight, I’m a very disorganized person. There, I said it. Every small object I own end up getting lost and you know that. I’d like to think my bed is a monster in disguise that eats everything that fell right underneath. But you “lived” so you gave me this single strand of chance that my grubby personality is not a hopeless case.
I had several bookmarks – laminated, plastic clippers, bookmarks with magnet, beaded ones, etc. – and I would honestly and totally say they were way better looking than you do. I would sometimes prefer them over you whenever I fancy reading in a posh cafeteria just for the show while waiting for someone. But for some reasons, I always go back to the beaten-up version. You are the most convenient thing that ever happened in my reading life so thank you.
I can’t promise you won’t ever have lines and ridges anymore judging from my constant lack of care so please stay strong!
PS Don’t turn green with envy if I use scrap of papers/ stray cloths/ crumpled receipts/ homeless pens and pencil as my temporary bookmarks. During those times, either you’re hibernating in some dark spot beneath my bed I can’t seem to locate you or they’re just more conveniently within my reach.