"To the girl at the table near
the back of the library -
I almost asked you what was wrong the first time I saw you
crying. Then I saw the book you were reading, and realized that
you were crying because of it. And I was interested, because
I'd never read anything that moved me that much.
I checked out the book you were reading, and guess what? I cried
- just a little - too. That's how it started. Every time I go
to the library, you're almost always there, usually with a
completley new book. Sometimes you smile, or laugh out loud, and
when you do, I check out the book you're reading.
That was it, really, until I realized how gorgeous you are.
You're not pretty in the normal kind of way, but god, when
you smile, it lights up your face in the best way.
I wish you'd notice me, sitting a few tables away from you,
reading the book you were a few days ago. I wish you'd
smile at me. I don't have the guts to talk to you. I'm
afraid you won't be anything at all like I imagine.
One of these days, I'll work up the courage and ask you about
what you're reading.And maybe you'll smile that gorgeous
smile and tell me all about it, and then we'll talk about all
the books we've read. But until then, thank you for the book
recommendations. I love them.
Love, the boy a few table away from yours."