As I sit here, surrounded by towering piles of textbooks and dog-eared novels, I can't help but marvel at the way books have shaped my life. You see, it all began when my friend introduced me to the world of reading books, and ever since then, I've been a devoted lover of stories in all their forms. Rom-coms, in particular, hold a special place in my heart. For me, books are more than just words on a page; they're portals to other worlds, invitations to embark on grand adventures, and mirrors reflecting the deepest truths of the human experience.

Whenever I crack open a book, it's like stepping into a different reality, one where anything is possible and the boundaries of imagination
are limitless. I lose myself in the lives of the characters, feeling their triumphs and their heartaches as if they were my own. It's a feeling unlike any other, a sense of belonging and wonder that I've never quite been able to replicate in the real world.

Of course, my love for books hasn't always made things easy, especially when it comes to my academic life. There have been countless nights spent burning the midnight oil, cramming for exams and writing papers at the last minute, all because I couldn't tear myself away from the latest page-turner. But even in those moments of stress and exhaustion, I've never once regretted my love for books. After all, they've taught me more about life, love, and the human condition than any lecture or textbook ever could.

But amidst the chaos of my academic pursuits, there was one thing that always provided a welcome respite: project hour. Every week, my friends and I would gather in labs, laptops open and headphones on, to work on our projects. For me, project hour was more than just a chance to escape into the world of literature while still fulfilling my academic duties at the last minute in a rush. As my classmates discussed their ideas and shared their screens, I would sneak peeks at the novels 
open in my browser, losing myself in the stories and characters that had captured my heart. As I giggled at the stories, picturing myself in those adventures, I noticed amused looks from others. Despite the teasing, I couldn't stop the love for reading books.

For as long as I can remember, I've been on a quest for that magical spark of romance, the kind that fills the pages of my beloved novels and sets my heart aflutter. I've wandered, searching for someone who could step out of the pages and step into my life, a real-life hero straight from the stories I adore. And so, I threw myself into my books with even more fervor, hoping to find solace in the familiar embrace of fiction. With each new story I discovered, I found myself drawn deeper into its world, losing myself in the lives of its characters and the complexities of their relationships.

So here's to love, laughter, and happy endings—to the magic of books and the beauty of real-life. As I finish this chapter of my life, I'm grateful and happy, excited to see what comes next. And as I start a new chapter, I know that as long as we stick together to reality, our story 
will always be wonderful, no matter what challenges we face.

Happy reading!!