I hate modern dating. I do not know how to do it and dating apps are so confusing to me. I meet someone but becasue I do not know them I never know if they are interested or not and if I am waisting my time or not. But they also make me feel funerable, because I want to be in a realtionship snd be with someone. I hate it.

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A perfect stranger pt. 2

I left the coffeeshop and started my morning walk to the library. The coffee was in my right hand and my bike in the left, rolling besides me. It had gotten colder, and I was glad I took my scarf with me. When arriving, I locked my bike and started my way up the stairs. I hesitated to go to my usual place. My friends sat there, not of them working or even being concentrating. I hated their attitude towards education. None of them took university seriously. I turned and went looking for another desk to work at. Once I found one, I pulled out my book I had to read for one of my classes. I noted down whenever something important as mentioned and added my thought to the rim of the text, so I could remember later. Ever now and then I sipped on my coffee.

The girl across from me looked quite pretty. I realized that while taking a break. She was focusing on the books in front of her, always taking notes. She did not seem to notice me and so I took my time looking at her. Her eyes were beautiful, and I loved the shape of her face. When I had to start working again, it took all my willpower to refocus.

The next day I picked the same working space again, drinking my coffee. I decided to listen to music while working. Surprisingly, the girl from yesterday sat across from me. She worked in a manner tat suggested she was ambitious to be good at what she was doing.

This howl watching her study thing continued from now on. I soon learned that she sucked her lips into her moth when she was reading something complicated, and you could see the panic in her eyes when she could not find a fact she knew was there. She never relied on only one source. Her coffee was black, and she rarely listened to music while at the library. I only ever saw her walk here and soon I knew her schedule by heart. Or at least whenever she would arrive here. I learned about her habits and her routines. And I loved it. Yet, I never found the courage to talk to her. I was afraid she might be different then what I imagined her to be. And so, the next semester rolled around without me saying a single word to her.

It was Monday morning, the first day of lectures. I sat next to my friends, talking before the lesson would start. But then she walked in. Her hair was open, and she wore this flowery dress. All I could think about was how lovely she looked.

Later, when I was at the library again and sitting across from her, that was when I decided to talk to her, but I did it in a way that would be me. I took out my notebook and ripped a page out. I took my pencil and wrote “Hello my beautiful stranger. I think it is about time that we get familiar with each other. Beloved, your favorite study buddy”.Lastly, I added my number.

I sneaked it into her backpack when I was leaving university today. I was hoping she would find it soon and be interested in me and text me. Hopefully, this was not a mistake.

POV: Dynasties