Love of my life

Chapter 2

time passed, and i was almost done with my book. i love reading novels. relationships are beautiful. i believe in love at first sight. i believe you could love someone unconditionally till the day you die. the key to a relationship is communicating. i can't talk from experience though, i've never had a romantic relationship. it's fine though, i'm happy alone, its all i've ever known. i want to find love though.

"you again" i hear a familiar voice say. i tilt my head up to see the tall brown haired man from before. "oh hey!" i said. "may i sit?" he asked. i simply point at the blanket and it implies that he may sit. "what are you reading?" he said. he lies down, resting his head in his hand. "oh its The Post Office Girl by Stefan Zweig" i tell him. "i haven't read that one" he replies. "what's it about?" he says smiling. "well first of all it's a novel" i smile, and he smile. "it's a love story that takes time after the first world war. It's kind of like a Cinderella story, in the beginning- obviously. but it becomes a tragic love story. it's really good. i won't tell you what happens, you should read it" i tell him. he smiles. he's been smiling the entire time i've been talking. "well i will definitely check it out then." "you can take mine" i say. "i'm almost done" "i can't take your book" he says kinda serious. "okey, i'll lend it to you." i say. "yea okey" he says smiling. "so are you on vacation or do you live here?.." he says "i'm on vacation actually, i live in toronto." "no way? so do i" we both laugh gently and smile at each other. i can't get over how beautiful he is.

"oh i never even told you my name!" he says. "i'm Shawn" he sat up and took his right hand out, implying a handshake. "i'm y/n" i said and took his hand. when i tell you that i felt a spark, i'm not lying. i got butterflies. our hands are still intertwined and we're kinda just staring at each other. the sun was shining behind him. i could see sunlight shine through his brown curls. his eyes are staring directly at mine. our hands go from a handshake to mine just resting in his. "can i ask you something" shawn says breaking the silence between us. "yes of course" i say smiling. "would it be weird if i asked you for your number?" "it would be weird if you didn't, how else would i know what you thought of the book i'm lending you?" i said jokingly, he giggles. "okey then" he says. shawn takes his hands away from mine to get his phone. i get mine up too, unlock it and give it to him. he gives his phone to me. i put my phone number in. i also take a picture of myself. he smiles at me, and does the same. he gives me my phone back, and I his.

"so how did you end up in italy?" i asked him. "well its pretty much just an in between stop i suppose" "and what exactly does that mean?" i said. "well i'm playing a show tonight, i won't be here long i'm leaving in two days." he tells me. "a show?" i say. "yea, a concert, do you wanna come? i'd love to see you there." he says. "well yea i would love too. do you sing? or play any instruments?" i asked not knowing what he did for a living. "i sing for most of it, but i also play guitar." he says. "well now i kinda have to come" i said smiling and excited.

"so what do you do for a living?" shawn asks me. "well, i'm a nurse actually" his eyes widened. "really? thats so cool." "yea, i love my job so much, wouldn't trade it for anything." i tell him. he smiles. "i wouldn't trade my 'job' for anything either" "why did you say it like that?" i ask him, tilting my head. "well i wouldn't call it a job, i love doing what i do. i'm pursuing what i've loved for so many years. i write songs and sing. its weird to call that a job? isn't it?" "it's not what you'd call the usual normal, but it's still so amazing that you get to do what you love and make a living out of it" shawn smiles and agrees. we stare at each other for a while when we get interrupted.

one of shawns friends i suppose tells him that they had to get back. "well i'll see you then" shawn gets up, and so do i. he gives me a hug which gave me butterflies. he began to leave as i see the book on the ground. i run after him handing him the book. "i'll be waiting for a text" i said still with the book in my hands. he takes the book, and our hands meet underneath the book. he smiles at me and says. "how could i forget. of course i'll text you."

he took the book and left. i got back to my spot when three girls greet me. "hey you" they say. i smile at them and reply with a simple hello. "how was he?!" one of the girls says kinda loud. "i? excuse me?" i say confused. "you JUST talked to Shawn Mendes?! how are you still alive?" another girl says. shawn mendes, i thought to myself. thats such a pretty name. "oh he was so nice, he helped me find the way earlier. we stumbled into each other again and just talked. he's really nice. you guys know him?" i ask the young girls. "IF WE KNOW HIM? we love him. do you not know who he is?" the third girl said. "no?.. well i know he lives in toronto" "ahahah girl" said one of the three. she got her phone up and started to show me red carpets looks, music videos, his calvin klein campaign and played me some of his music. he's really talented, and really handsome. "wow, so that's so cool" i said, kinda surprised but proud. they told me how he started on a app and how far he's come. "are you guys going to the show tomorrow?" i asked them. "yess we are. we got front row tickets!" "well, i guess i'll see you guys there! i have to get back to the hotel" i say nicely to the young girls. "it was nice talking to you" "yea you're super nice" "bye" said the girls and left.