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Dear friend,

Mom was happy rather than angry, happy that I found some peace and quite, happy that I could be alone without feeling alone.

I'm unsure, the possibility that she wants me to have a life again sounds comforting but also not. Her mind should be set on herself, not silly little me and my melodramatic life style.

I wonder if she knows, about the young man. The young man who looks at me while I'm reading, the young man who watches me drink my coffee. The young man is handsome, very scruffy but handsome.

There was an uneasy feeling I had when reading so I searched and found his eyes, new to mine but well known to the world. They dripped of chocolate and sparkled of the snow you catch absorbing the sunlight, the way that makes it gleam. His red button nose and smooth pink lips made me smile. How could a young man look so wild but so adoring all in one?

Our glances met again and again for hours, causing him to smile and my checks to burn a fiery red. Days went on like this, he sat in the same spot and our eyes met again and again. Today though, today was different.

'I don't think I've ever seen someone so peacefully deep in concentration while reading a book. You are quite the extraordinary beauty, I couldn't help but stare in fascination along with the others strolling by.'

Words have never made me feel so good in my entire life. These silly words that were scribbled onto a coffee ring stained napkin made me heart stop and speed up all at once. I had no idea that anybody could think of me this way. I was almost taken aback when he came and introduced himself as well. "I'm zayn," he said holding out his hand, waiting for the placement of my own. "Lacy." I had to wonder if he had heard me due to the soft spoken word that flew out if my mouth. The kiss on my hand was and indication that he had and I couldn't help but set fire to my cheeks once more.

I'm sure you'd love him, I'll be able to tell you all about him because I have agreed to dinner with the young man named zayn.

Much thanks,

Lacy.

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