Anytime I’m annotating a book, I always wonder what annotated copies my friends or family will get when I pass on. Will one sister get this copy? Will one brother get this copy? Or will one friend get this copy? I’m not embarrassed of the things I’ve written. I want my loved ones to remember me, hearing my thoughts I’ve had in these books. I want them to smile when they see a highlighted part about enemies to lovers excitement, highlighted part about a character i loved dying, underlining part about hilarious exchanges of friendships. They’ll have a small part of me living a thousand different lives. And for that, I’ll cherish the thousand lives I had and to the ones I haven’t yet.















