He walked with his nose in a book, reading about the lovers like Eleanor and Park, Gael and Sammy, and Madeline and Olly. He wished to meet his other part in a cheesy bump in like the ones in the many books he reads. Maybe he'll suffer from a devastating heart break like Gael did before meeting Sammy. His perfect match. He smiled and pulled his glasses up the bride of his nose while the small winds of fall ruffled his hair. He wondered how he would meet his other half, and the suspense was killing him.

You may call him weird and maybe even desperate, but the girl sitting in his favorite coffee shop thought other wise, as she sipped her caramel latte. waiting for his grassy, clouded colored eyes to land on her chocolate covered ones; to start something new and beautiful.

-M.B.H