love and a book

Opening a book is the most difficult thing to do. Like love, it makes you hesitate at first. Once started; makes you wish it would never end. When ended; leaves you wanting even more.

where she is

often assumed
seldom felt
most of the time wanted, needed, longed for

Sand

The sands blown by the wind travel far, though unnoticable as they part ways and become mere tiny specks. And as a speck the sand waits until again it is blown to its place and is able to signifiy beauty once again.