Part of the reason you fell for her was her creative imagination, empowered by her love for books. She's the kind of girl who would rather stay indoors and read a good book than go out and party. You loved how she talks endlessly about books: her eyes sparkling with wonder, her lips curling with smile so beautiful, her heart beating fast. You loved her for that.
You were there when she'd call you at 2AM crying because she just finished a good book and all she needed was to hear your voice, telling her it'll be okay; that the end of reading a book means a start for another. You were there with her in the hours she spent in cafés, reading quietly and sipping coffee every once in a while. You also loved how she would sneak her eyes away from the book and smile at you at random times, which was probably because a line in the book reminded her of you. You were there patiently listening to her rants why the movie is not as good as the book. She was your self-proclaimed book critic when you tell her you want to read a book and she offers unsolicited opinions, yet you still take her opinions seriously. You might be the main character of her favorite book or the side character no one paid too much attention to yet is important to the story but either way, she loved you so much.
Everything was falling in the right places but somewhere along the way, something went wrong.
She compares it to a book; one day everything was perfect, the next day everything was crashing down. You suddenly stopped listening. You suddenly stopped being there. Books were no longer the cause of her tearful nights, the cause became you.
She tried mending her heart by reading more books, in the hope of putting you off her mind but this only made things worse. Every heart-wrenching line reminded her of you. Every line spoken by her favorite character to its lover became the words she wanted to tell you, but she knows you will never listen. She suddenly slowed down on reading for every line made her question where she went wrong.
She was used to having her heart broken by a book; but having her heart broken by someone who really mattered is different.
Things were just like in a book. The character fell into a deep abyss of loneliness after the heartbreak. The only difference is that she had no idea how to cope. After all, life's not like the fairytales she read as a little girl. It has been a long time since you broke up. Fortunately, she has made progress in trying to move on. She no longer catches herself crying because of a memory of you.
One day, she started reading again. One day, she woke up missing how it feels to hold a book. One day, she realized how happy she was when she reads. And with all that, she started thinking that everything's going to be fine. Yes, she's still struggling to move on. She's already forgiven you for the pain you gave her but like any other book she read, she will never forget.
But then again, she believes it's all going to be okay; all she needs is a good book. Because that's who she is: the girl who never stopped reading.