Dear journal "I'm actually sitting across from her , in a small book store she loves to go to every Sunday, she's reading in front of me and my heart can't stop beating fast , I think I should say something, I've been following her for 2 months now...I bet she's smart..I spent my whole life tying to find a women like her , a women who reads more often then most and she used the strawberry scented perfume she loves to wear with the black sundress and heels, her black long hair in a bun she usually has bone straight hair but today she killed me with the curly hair"I felt a finger snap in my face I looked up from writing "hey um...do you know where I could find a good mystery book?" I froze , yn is actually talking to me , this is what I've been waiting for but why can't I speak , I looked up at her she had this glow in her face like every time and this small shy smile , my heart couldn't take it " yes um...down there" I pointed to the back entrance she sighed " but that's a lot of books to look at maybe you could help me " I can't believe she's asking for me to help her " come on" she grabbed my hand with out me answering not that I mind, her palms , their soft just like I imagined them being ...this was my chance to get the girl of my dreams