Library

She sat there and looked up at me. I looked up. She looked down. I looked down. I think she looked back up. We didn't know whether to say hi to each other or not.The same awkwardness had dictated most of our interactions in the past. Friends? Or something more? A thought that had crossed both of our minds a plethora of times, however each of those times, no one had the audacity to look at the other with such a question in mind let alone ask it out. As I tried to become more absorbed in my book, my mind traversed towards her thought. She was right in front of me yet I didn't say a word. I then understood why libraries were kept silent; had they been a place for socialization, I would have had the right reasons to talk to her. The library was hence the perfect place to let me look at her and live the best moments of my life without letting her know. And maybe, just maybe, her case was the same too. The words on the book made lesser sense than those imprinted on the heart. I was reading something, I just didn't know what. Tearing through my heart, however was eternal peace. I realized that I may never have the guts to walk up to her and tell her that I love her. However, at the same time, I realized that I was in love. Crazily. Madly. Idiosyncratically. I realized that love was permanent. It wasn't meant to be temporary. My heart still searches for your scent. It all happened in the library.