She had always enjoyed the writing section in English. She would enjoy penning away her creativity onto paper in High School. Gradually it became evident that She had a passion for the written word. While She was taking a course in creative writing in university, She bumped into him. He was a visiting student from another country, who hit off instantly. They hung out quite a bit and bonded over their love for writing. When He had to head back, they decided to do the conventional texting but also to exchange letters since they loved writing. Soon, began a sea of letters, but She loved the one framed one on her wall, Her daughter crawled up from behind, and She smiled at how blessed She was. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He would pen his day-to-day activities from a very young age. He decided to dedicate himself to writing by becoming a novelist. Most people talked about how He had grown to fame but He was yet to find that special someone. They did not know that He had found his special someone long ago, He just could never tell her in High School. He was signing books during a book tour; She decided to pop in to get her book signed and find out if He still remembered her. She placed her book in front of him, and He looked up to see the smile that He had fallen in love with all those years ago… ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ She was walking by her favorite bookstore when She noticed a sign saying that there was a crazy one-day sale. She headed inside, and began pilling her books into a little trolley. She had fallen in love with reading and began writing her own stories from a very young age. She was walking out with her pile of books, when She bumped into him. He was the store owner's nephew from out of town, helping with the sale. He offered to drop off her books to her house, if She left her address with him. She was a bit hesitant but eventually agreed. In the evening, She heard the doorbell ring as She was prepping for dinner. At her doorstep, lay a box of books, some that She had not even purchased. It had a note with it that said, “I have added a few of my own books for you to borrow. I am sure you will enjoy them as much as I have. Now that you have borrowed my books, you have to return them giving me the perfect excuse to take you out for a cup of coffee”… ________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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