Based on a genuine quotation from the essay 'Old Mortality', "Books were the proper remedy: books of vivid human import, forcing upon their minds the issues, pleasures, busyness, importance and immediacy of that life in which they stand; books of smiling or heroic temper, to excite or to console; books of a large design, shadowing the complexity of that game of consequences to which we all sit down, the hanger-back not least.'
Everyone told me to leave. Everyone but my heart, I fell in love with you, but the night you hurt me I never should have went back, but I did. No one ever looked at me the same because I went back to you. I chose you. But you didn't end up choosing me