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A delicate touch passes the pages of her favorite book. Eyes scroll through the lines, transporting her somewhere out of my reach.

I observe from afar once more, like I know how to do best. I get lost in the view of her special soul. Full bookshelves seem to gravitate around her, as she finishes one and started her next favorite story, and nothing else existed.

"I can only hope to one day be her favorite novel" the thought consumed me, and for the first time, I move forward.

She notices, as I take my first step, and even if her face looks confused , the eyes behind her glasses look certain and I ask:

"You always knew?"

Her lips turn into a brief smile, and they respond:

"Did you?"