its fictional.

the first time you were brought t my attention was at the library; which, i couldnt remember. but it was a library. it was distinctive, how provocative you were, for a girl your age. yet interesting t see someone brave enough (hardly stupid) t abolish the conventional demure female stereotype. you seemed instinctively familiar, as though i've seen you before, yet i couldnt recall where.

until i saw you again, in campus. it was brief, but i was certain. (that hair colour of yours, its hard t miss, really.) and i knew, i HAD t see you again.

in my search of names i was expecting "melissa", "sasha" or anything of that sounded outgoing, but it had t be the complete polar opposite- Gabrielle. it was a beautiful name, just that i couldnt exactly match the name.. t the face.

it was only later that i found out you worked at the library; i sent in an application.

working with you allowed me t get close t you, t watch and t observe you. it was wonderful- the way you would push the locks of your hair behind your ears, the way your eyes glistened when caught by the light, your disbelieving ignorance t 'please's and 'thank you's, and your dimpled filled laughter.

it was almost psychedelic.

the times when we would accidentally come into contact, your hand against mine. those were the times we were bounded by a handcuff, only invisible,
for an eternal second.

and i thought t myself,

im in love.