The sinew was pulled taught and the arrow flew true. I felt it hit my heart a second late. My chest ached and a great wind blew after the arrow, taking all my breath away. It was then I knew we were something special. Cupid’s arrow was strong this time.
I wasn’t even close enough to see his face, but I knew he was my type, a cute, boyish handsomeness. I turned around and giggled silently to myself, pretending to be still working, checking a pile of books in at the computer. I glanced at the calendar, then my watch, noting the day of the occasion. The day I saw the boy of my dreams. It was a Wednesday, at three in the afternoon.
He had walked in and taken a seat at the table in direct view of, but halfway across the room from the main desk, where I worked. I dared not stare at him for fear he might suspect me. Of what, I don’t know, but I dared to hardly even look at him! Though the first thing he did, which I watched from the corner of my eye, made me gasp aloud. He pulled out a sketchbook and a Number 2 yellow pencil. An artist! Someone akin to me! Surely we are meant to be together, I thought. Bam! My thoughts were out of the gate, their circuit had begun. I glanced over at him and just noticed his eyes moving down as if just glancing at me. My mind was racing now.
I turned to get another stack of books to check in, but mostly so no one could see my blushing. I watched him sneakily though the clear reflection on the dark office window. His brown hair fell towards his paper as he drew large, sketchy lines on the paper. When I turned around and returned to the desk, I stole another quick glance at him and again, noticed his eye’s downward movement. I blushed again furiously. I busily began checking in books, taking special care of making myself resist from looking in his direction.
I quickly began thinking like a foolish girl in love. Maybe he’ll come over here. I wonder if he’ll check out a book. Then I’ll ask him what he’s been drawing!
I took my acquired stack of Young Adult books and went to put them away. As I walked toward the shelves, I stole one more nervous direct glance at him before I busied myself with looking for the three book’s authors and placement on the shelves. I kneeled down on the floor near the K’s and put away the last book. From the floor, I looked up again at the boy. He was looking straight at me! His attention went directly back to his drawing, but I had frozen for a spilt second and, recovering from the floor I returned to the desk. I took the stack of Children’s books and placed them on a cart to be put away later. God forbid I leave the room now, not with this Godsend sitting in front of me. I followed his arm movements of what he was drawing from the side of my vision. I noticed it was just like the shape of my left collar on my light orange button-up shirt. Me? He was drawing me! I hadn’t even thought of that! I should go and see what he’s drawn. Go and flirt with him! Come on! Get over your shyness now. This is your chance of a lifetime. He may end up liking you! But I remained frozen, looking up stupid statistics on the computer, how many books the library had, roughly 80,000, how many were checked out, about 3,000.
I just stood there stupid and frozen behind the desk. And when he closed his sketchbook and stood up, I just stood there. When he walked out of the library, I just stood there. I almost wanted to bawl right then. Why wasn’t I moving?! I was screaming at myself inside my head.
I quickly found a librarian and said I was going to take a break. I ran to the closet, grabbed my bag, and ran out the door he left through, the one I usually took to go on my break. I went to the café next door, ordered my usual, and looked down all the tables for him. He was not in sight. How stupid was I to let him walk out with out even speaking to him? I knew he wasn’t going to check a book out to come speak with me. He was a summer tourist, he didn’t go to my school, I’d never seen him before.
I ran across to the park, quickly devouring my cookie on the way. He wasn’t anywhere. I threw out my wrapper and headed down the main street of downtown. I went up and down those two blocks repeatedly during my half hour break and failed to find him, the love of my life. Lesson learned. Hopefully fate will bring us together again someday, if we are truly meant to be.
True story. I finally wrote it up from when it happened about three years ago. Hope you enjoyed it.
~Yoyo
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