Tales Of The Hopeful Heart

It started with a shirt.

While walking on the sidewalk, a girl catches my eye. It's not her hair, her eyes or her smile that fascinate me, but her T-shirt. Big bold white writing over a pink shirt reading "INFP".

My first instict is to just keep walking, but my mind starts buzzing with my previous thoughts, that made me take a walk in the first place.
I was feeling unhappy with never finding someone who understands me, since I was going through a lot of crap, and didn't have anyone that I wanted to talk to about it. 
Friends and family will say they will listen, sure, but I never feel comforted after we're done.

I don't know.

Despite never needing anyone when I was younger, I find myself missing someone who was never in my life to begin with now.

So recalling this, along with a few "you can't wait around for something to happen to you in life" proverbs, I turned to walk in her direction swiftly.
As I caught up with her, I saw a long white line stemming from beneath her hair to her pocket, connected to her phone, with a worn-out camera and a london cover. From what I was seeing, she wasn't extremely athletic, I thought as normal-sized muscles appeared with her strides. She had a figure, that most would consider chubby, but I considered perfect, I wasn't the type that is only attracted to skinny. Like how some idiots are. Besides, the woman I saw before me had bones visible in her frame.

Dammit

I knew I was staring and assessing too much at this point, that she might notice me following her soon. Yet, I think it wouldn't come off too creepy, especially that it's 10 a.m.

Oh, who am I kidding, what am I doing?

Precisely then do I notice the writing on the back of her shirt, as she shakes off her hair. "It is scientifically proven that I'm 80% lovable." Chuckling a little, I laugh before quickening my pace.

I was definitely going to approach her now.

As I near her, a few melodies escape her headphones, assaulting my ears, and I nearly fall over.
'Give you hell' by the american rejects?!
I couldn't believe it. I didn't even know anyone who knew that song but me. It's the kind of sarcastic, egoistic, genius blubbering you wouldn't just share with anyone!
Now I was more nervous than before. She sounds awesome, but this is going to make the rejection sting harder. I sigh, and let my head fall forward as I continue walking, my resolve now gone.

As defeated as I was, I didn't hear the footsteps slow to a stop, and so, with complete chill, I collide head first into her back. The brakes on my feet seeming dead, along with any sense of my surroundings I should have.

I slowly back away, desperately trying to hide my face behind the mess of my hair, wincing and feeling awkward as hell. She probably knows I was following her.

"Are you following me?" She asks, surprise evident in her voice.

Right on que.

I raise my head to apologize, but am shocked to find her staring at me, not with resentment, but...conern? What?

"Umm..uhh" rubbing my neck, I continue to stumble like an idiot. She took me by surprise, what can I say?

"Hey, I can tell that you're not a bad person. Plus, who in their right mind would try to kidnapp someone at this hour. Even perverts have a time-circuit in which they exist," she chuckled a bit "Even though the situation is weird, I'm sure you have an innocent intention" she grined embarrassed " If not, then you can just walk the other way, and we'll pretend I never saw you, especially that this guard is watching us like he's waiting for me to scream 'bloody murder' So..., what's going on?" Her eyes were soft, and playful. When they caught the sun in them, she would squint, her lashes framing them.

She looked beautiful.

There was something warm about her.

I don't even know what I am saying. But..

Without a second thought, my whole face mirrored her smile and I told her "In all honesty, I was so nervous when you caught me back there, I thought you would shout stalker, and run away before I got a chance to talk to you." She laughed wholeheartedly, her eyes disappearing completely, and her voice coming off as a melody, not high-pitched or low-pitched, the prefect balance.
"Nah, it doesn't hurt to see the best in people sometimes, unless you suggest I do otherwise." She grins teasingly, as she puts her foot in the other direction.
I shake my head, laughing slightly, as she rotates a full circle back to me.
Noticing my weird look, she explains "Ah, I'm a dancer so , I impulsively do things. People get used to it." She sights dramatically "We are getting off topic though, state your case to the judge." She signals imaginary glasses, puts them near her eyes, and stares at me with a mocking detective look.

She's fun, I'll give her that.

I try to remain serious, with laughter threatening to erupt from my mouth as I say "I noticed your shirt, is this your personality type?"
A part of me felt like she just picked it up at a market, because it looked cool, yet another, thought otherwise.

"Yeah, you know the MBTI personality theory? I made this shirt myself, do you like the quote on the back?" She sounded excited, and I felt my face twitch up to be the same. Truth be told, no one ever really knew about it.

"Nice to meet you, my science-based soulmate." I grinned like a maniac.