“If you love it so much, why don’t you marry it?” My response is, “Yeah, I would if I could.”

Dear Avery, 

I wanted to tell you how much I love and appreciate you. You are everything anyone could ask for: reliable, comforting, and passionate. What more could I want? I have to admit something. I did flirt with Milstein. It was convenient, right there when I needed it. I felt guilty; I really did. It won’t happen again, I hope. We’ve got something special, you and me. 

We are compatible. You create a safe space; I can’t say the same about the others. Don’t get me started on Butler. During times of need, I know I can go to you. Your quiet persona allows me to hear myself think. I never thought I could feel this way about a place. Even your creaky wooden chairs and broken outlets are comforting. I even find myself getting ready to see you, putting together a well-curated outfit. One that you would appreciate. 

I enjoy my morning walks to see you, going from Barnard to Columbia, crossing bustling Broadway. I trek up steps, passing through the Earl gates. Everyone is trying to get somewhere, but I am just trying to get to you! I pass by athletes in their Columbia blue (I’m always jealous of them, wishing I had their merch.). Passing Uris, I arrive at your door. Nervously, I scan through, and now I’m with you! My boots squeak on the floor as I try to find a seat. I always feel like people are watching me, peering behind their books and screens. I try not to let it bother me. Do they have what we have? I have a feeling they spend time with Butler; the nerve. I hope we will grow closer in the coming years, and I think we will be spending a lot of time together. 

With Love,

Sophia Blythe

P.S. Now that I have romanticized my walk to the library, I should get some work done. 

Avery Library via Bwog Archives.