[ WP ] I feel like there is a lack of love on this subreddit . Write a Love Story !

**Here's my attempt. I'm a little.. inexperienced in the love area, so this is probably going to read like fantasy** 
 
 He was going to try and talk to her again today. He was terrible at flirting, he knew. What sounded charming in his head came out sounding weird and forced. If only he could talk the way he wrote. Writing came easy, every word lined up in his mind, free flowing and eloquent. Would that he could show her the way he felt, without being encumbered by his social skills. 
 
 It was humbling. To be so at the mercy of the common conversation, when those around him chattered back and forth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nonetheless he resolved to talk to her. If he did n't, he would always regret it. He was n't entirely sure how being in love was supposed to feel. This was new territory for him, and he suspected all the books and movies in the world could never make sense to him unless he felt it himself. 
 
 But every time he saw the young lady behind the library checkout desk, there was this heart fluttering moment, where suddenly he was a boy again, and all coherent thought went out the window. All he wanted in that moment was to reach out his hand, to clasp hers in his and bring her gently to him, lips gently meeting as they let their passion unfurl in all its raw physical nature. 
 
 He had selected his books already, but was gazing into the shelves, daydreaming. Where once he would have fought to control the fantasy, now he let it take him where his imagination willed. He sighed, as an elderly woman trundled by and brought him back to reality. It was now or never then. 
 
 He picked up his books and made his way to the counter. The timing was right. She was alone. 
 He dropped his books down, and managed a hello. She looked up from her computer screen. 
 
 `` Hello again'' she said. `` You certainly are a regular around here.'' 
 
 `` I like books'' he said, and cringed as the phrase escaped. 
 
 `` So I see'' she replied, giving him a smile. `` The pocket idiots guide to getting girls. Hmm. A little different to your usual selection''. 
 
 `` Oh.. I uh.. must have picked that up by accident.'' he said. He was aware, even as he said it, how implausible that seemed. It was the truth, but he did n't want to draw this out any longer than he had to. 
 
 `` I would n't have thought a young man like yourself would need any help. You seem to have caught the eye of several young ladies perusing our shelves.'' 
 
 He paused, his face frozen in puzzlement as he digested this information. 
 
 `` Wait.. what? I have?'' 
 
 She laughed. `` Well of course. How did you not notice? one of them was practically following you from aisle to aisle.'' She laughed again as she saw his look of bewilderment. 
 `` You really did n't notice, huh? Perhaps there's one particular woman in your life who holds all your attention, hmm? 
 
 `` Well.. there is someone. I mean a potential someone.'' 
 
 `` Ooh. Tell me. Is she cute? Does she make your heart go all a flutter?'' 
 
 He nodded in mute embarrassment. `` She's.. beautiful. I must admit I find myself.. smitten.'' 
 
 `` Smitten? now there's a word you do n't hear often. She must be quite the woman to warrant *smitten*'' she said, clearly amused at his discomfort. 
 
 `` Yes. She is that.'' he replied. He decided to go for broke. `` It's you'' he blurted out, hastily. 
 
 He studied her face, watching for a reaction. She appeared to be on the verge of saying something, her mouth opened and closed as if words were trying to escape. 
 
 He began to panic as not a sound escaped her lips. `` I'm sorry. I should n't have said that, you probably have a boyfriend and we were having a nice conversation and sometimes my mouth just blurts out things without my brain interjecting and I think that was the case this time. I'll go.'' 
 
 He turned and marched out, not even bothering to pick up his books. He was going to have to find a new library now. 
 
 `` Wait'' she called out from behind him. She hurried out from behind the desk and caught up to him, catching his hand. `` I get off at 5. That is if you wanted to.. do something. A date I mean.'' 
 
 His heart raced as he felt her gentle touch on his. `` There's a concert in the park. It's the local symphony, they play movie themes. We could get a blanket and some food, and I know a great spot to sit.'' 
 
 She looked into his eyes as she spoke, very aware that she still held his hand. She felt her pulse quicken quite of its own accord, and had the feint notion that she too, was a little smitten. 
 
 `` Ok.'' she said, still not letting go. 
 
 `` Ok then.'' he replied. `` I'm probably going to need my hand back before I go''. 
 
 She glanced down and pulled her hand away, and started to move back to her desk. Two steps in, she stopped and spun around, reaching and reach out gently, turning his head. She stood on her tip toes and softly kissed his cheek, an electric feeling racing down her spine as she did so. He stared at her in amazement as she walked back to her desk. He felt on top of the world. 
 
 

