He and I and the Library

The room was empty the librarian came and announced that

We have two hours left as He is going for a date today

He would like us to leave quite earlier

as usual He was sitting and reading His favorite books by Haruki Murakmi

I wonder How many of them He was still going through once more How many did He read for real and how many more He had still to be read

His face was tired He looked older than His age His Haircut was revealing that He is the Boy of new generation He was tall and His muscle were nicely shaped in the shirt He was wearing modern trend clothes that fitted His figure. He seems like it's His natural body shape. His Hair were black and shiny His face was troubled everytime He watched me I was wondering why ? He always carried a camera with Him in one hand looking like a tourist

The connection was strong and it could be felt from His side to my side nobody knew what it is the magnetic field chemistry no It was something beyond all of that

We kept a distance from each other and He was just observing taking a look waving His too-long bang You dont meet such people on a daily basis

You never meet such people in Your life in general it happens one time in a lifetime or maybe two

Why He seemed so familiar to me even if We never knew each other for real never spoken

In my head, there was a talk with Him even if the room was the most silent space ever

the only sound that was heard was coming from ducks leaving the country as if they were laughing saying Hahaha You guys are staying in here so sorry for You both or Have a great Winter in there !

I dont even believe He could focus on reading He looked very smart

I believe He was there reading as He liked my presence in there

feeling comfort and free and accepted for all He is without judgments

and an Open window of mind to be discovered in My and His world

Why I started to pay attention to Him who knows maybe because He was silent when a person is silent there is something incredible happening in between

There is a talk and it all depends on how open we are truly to one another

Because I had this kind of view of the world and humanity it was more than obvious that another would have the same open mind and heart

How naive I was to think it could be real

still at this moment in this silence, He was still there without a word to me

He didn't talk but He stood up Yawn and came to the Window giving me a smile and a turn again

Normally I would just come and ask is who I was all my life before all the heaviness arrived

I dived into my book which was about Art what I loved the most and I actually went for it much deeper for a while He started to make some photos outside the window and I believed He was making fun of me and photographed me too as His tricky smile was telling it

I waved my eyes at Him in a curious manner as if asking but there was no answer to it He smiled and came back to His place as if trying to talk but taking a breath eh and He couldnt make anything out of it but come back to the book.

She probably thinks I am some insane guy right now waving eyes and hair and smiling to Her why I can not even say a word like Hello I know You

Yes I do at least I know You from here and You seem a nice soul that also loves the library and spend time with books Will You go out with me for a tea one day ? He started to talk His mind way out from that uncomfortable talking silence in between just two of them that stayed in the room

There was still one hour and half to go so I should not hurry He thought

Maybe She is not alone maybe someone is waiting for Her outside I would better not risk to even say Hi to Her

For what is love ? Love what am I talking about ? She is not even my friend

We are a complete strangers just knowing each other from the time of reading two times in a week Why does she seems so familiar to me ?

She doesnt even speak my language I cant communicate with Her

Why am I even bothering myself with it We do not need to know each other more We dont need to discover anything more about each other still I feel something emanting from Her towards me like if asking

to connect beyond thinking whether it is right or wrong risky or not

What am I gonna lose ? only my pride

I wish to know Her I wish to know more about Her His mind were freeing itself more and more

I wish to be able talk to her without even thinking about it

without even troubling my mind how to

She was absorbed in the abstract world and the latest exhibitions suddenly Her mind started to shift from the book and the photos She could no longer focus on it as She could feel His conflicted minds talking to One another

She could read and sense something beyond She couldn't even explain

She closed the book and went to the check out forgetting Her bag

He saw Her leaving and quickly took the bag and ran to the check-out

She was no longer in there

The insider talk won over Him and He felt saddened to lose the chance to get to know Her better

The librarian said leave the bag to me I will give Her back when She is gonna be looking for it

He said No with confidence grabbed the bag and ran for Her!

She came out of the bathroom and told the librarian that She would still need to go back for Her bag

The librarian looked at Her with a soared face

The guy with a bag appeared in the door all sweaty and exhousted saying without saying noticing Her

I couldn't find Her I couldn't Find Her! his mouth were shaping the scream

They All looked at each other and started to laugh from the stomach to the pain of it