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Day 288 of 366

 I know you must’ve heard this over and over again from different people, but I’m going to tell you this again: love a girl who reads.

Love a girl who reads general fiction. You might just be starting a story with her, but everything will be magical. She’ll never fail to make you smile. She’ll prepare breakfast for you every day, and she will always make an effort for you without even having a special event, and that’s when you know that reality is better than your dreams.

Love a girl who reads the romance genre. She’s the hopeless romantic type of a girl, but she’ll surely make you feel loved. She’ll be with you in any relationship goals, and that’s when you know that being single is okay, but having someone special who loves you the way you love her is better.

Love a girl who reads non-fiction. She’s the type of girl who is practical and realistic. She’s good at understanding you because she will always put herself in your shoes. She’ll be patient with you, and that’s when you know that having her makes the world look better.

Love a girl who reads action stories. She might be wild, but she’s worth it. She’s in for different adventures. She’ll show you how exciting life is, and that’s when you know that you had a boring life.

Love a girl who reads horror stories. She won’t be afraid of ghosts and monsters because she’s used to them, but she’ll be afraid of losing you. She’ll be afraid of losing a great man like you, and that’s when you know that loving won’t be easy, but it’s okay to risk things for love.

Love a girl who reads history. She may know every detail of the past, but she won’t let your past ruin your current relationship. She’ll be happy with you, and that’s when you know it’s nice to fall in love.

But the most important part is to just love a girl. She may read books or not, but she’s worth it. It may be hard for you, but it’s okay because some love is not easy. Be faithful, not just loyal. 

Love her, and she will love you.

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