"what is life even about?
you meet a person
you fall in love
you play with patience
and wait for the end."
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as the days went, grew on their daylight and the temperatures slowly increased, the library became a place i was looking forward to go. it amazed me how easily i gave up on reading books. had i actually found a purpose in life?
with every single poem i wrote, the shelves held more secrets and dreams. and each of those secrets and dreams were about her. how her beautiful brown eyes could write romance, how her cute small nose was the first thing i adored about her, how her soft lips curled up with a smile whenever she came across a funny moment, how her hands carefully held the paper with so much curiosity and love.
she was the only person that made me felt things i had never felt before.
so i was picking random books and sent my anonymous messages through them, feeling nervous whether she'll ever read those stories or if she'll ever know all these words were about her or even if she'll ever find my name in her mind. why was i nervous after all?
the delighted aura around me had never stayed for so long in my entire life. all i wished for was seeing her every day, loving every piece of her actions and keeping every single book her slim fingers had touched.
because there's something mysterious about liking a complete stranger.
so she started reading 'the notebook'.
