maybe i'm in a bookstore
browsing some      young
adult novels and  i notice
someone's   p r e s e n c e
joining me in the isle but
i don't bother to look u p.
i'm reading  the back of a
book with a pretty cover.
s l o w l y,    the presence
comescloseruntil i hear a
voice say,              "try it."
and  i look up to find the
voice belongs to a     boy
with big brown eyes and
a head of tou  sl  ed dark
hair    (my own personal
definition    of    gorgeous)
i ask,       "should i?" and
he g i v e s an approving
nod      and says, "it's my
  favoritebookontheplanet."
and       i    say, "it's      a  
b    i     g              planet."
and he says, "it's a good
book." and i believe him.

soon, i'm walking round
withhim              andhe's
showing me some of his
other     favorite   books.
and i'm     l i s t e n  i n g
and he'saskingme about
my favorite    books and
he's l   i    s   t   e    n  ing.
it's     one     of those few
beautiful     times where
the world mightnoteven
exist         outside of this
moment                     and
you'renotsureyouwould
entirely    care    if it did.
and         maybe it's love.