Amor

Paper Hearts

Here in this little word of paper, everything is controlled by the writers. Whatever they need, whatever they want. It will all happen. We, the people who are made of paper, have always been followers. We are obedient and unquestioning on what they want to happen. When we do not have to act stories, however, we have our very own lives. Me? When I'm not supposed to do anything, I look for the one. Cheesy I know. But I believe in fate. I believe in love. And I believe in having my own soulmate, my twin flame, the one who completes me.

How do I look for her, you ask? Usually, I'd be at the park, listening to music or feeding the birds or just sitting there, looking at the passerby, hoping that one of them would be the one. Other times I'm at the library or walking the city. But here's the thing. I think I found her. Yesterday, when I went to the park, there was this girl sitting on the bench that I usually sat on. She had fair, flowing hair that was neatly tied in a ponytail and rounded innocent features. She was reading a book which, I could see by the cover, was the one I was currently reading and had earbuds on. I decided that maybe this was my chance. I went over and sat next to her, and said hi.

She replied with a hi, before going back to reading. You must wonder, if we were people made of paper, who act out stories and do whatever writers want, then how and why do we have books? I do not know the answer to that. Our books, however, are a different subject. Each one has its own unique cover, and instead of every page containing words, when you look at a book's page, you would see the story occur in your mind. Ony you. There would be no illusions, no movie-like holograms. Everything will just play out in your mind. I don't know how it works, it just does.

I struck a conversation with her about the book, and we had a good time. It seemed that we had different opinions on what the character should have done at the end, but we got along all right. Not only that, but we had the same taste in music. We talked about it for a long time, and then we switched off to the topic of what we acted before. Turns out that she was one of the main characters in a book that was played only a few days ago. I congratulate her on it and we talked about the normal stuff. Then, I asked her out, promising to meet at the park same time, the same place. That would be an hour from now. I'm already preparing my clothes and I had already taken a bath and brushed my teeth.

I went to the park and saw the beautiful girl again, waiting for me. Her name is Blaire if what I remember her muttering yesterday was correct. She had a beautiful yellow sundress that matched her hair and no makeup. I waved at her and she waved back when she saw me.

"Hey! You actually came!" I said, and she laughed. "Of course I would! why did you ever think not?"

"Well," I said. "I've already asked a lot of girls out, but all of them stood me up. Every. Single. One. I was kind of losing hope you know." I couldn't help but let the sadness tinge my voice. "Don't worry," she told me, then took my hand. "We're going to make this worthwhile, and we'll see what happens next.

We first walked around the park, as we both liked the quiet and peaceful silence and its closeness to nature. I took her hand (with permission of course) and we walked across the whole expanse of the park. After that, we went to the cinema to watch a movie about people in space swinging laser swords around. I wasn't a big fan of it, but she was, and seeing her smiling and happy was enough to get me through the movie. Then I took her to lunch, which I had already reserved yesterday after she agreed to go out with me. And then I took her to the bookstore.

Oh gums, how do I describe that? We had the most fun there. We looked around, searching for our favorite books, showing them to each other. She looked the most alive when we played a game where we look for books that would describe each other's first impressions. I showed her one about a boy who fought some kind of monster, fainted, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was a blonde girl beside him, so beautiful he thought she was a goddess, but her first words to him were "you drool when you sleep". She showed me a book that was about demons and angels and this guy was so full of himself, which was very obvious. I laughed and mockingly raised an eyebrow at her.

"What?" she laughed, "You told me first impressions. I thought you were like that, you know, suddenly approaching me out of the blue. Do you even know how much you caught this introvert off-guard? How nervous was I about talking to you? And besides, a goddess who said, "you drool when you sleep?"

"Yeah, you looked like a blonde goddess and I didn't know what to say, and I was kind of scared you would be telling me off, too." At that, we both laughed. "Well, we have something common, at least," she said. I could not agree more. When we were done and we bought some books, I escorted and walked her home. It was only a few blocks from my house. When we arrived, I didn't know what to say. Her house was HUGE. "You didn't tell me you're filthy rich," I poked her. "You didn't ask,"

"Well, I guess this is it. I had a good time, I hope you did too. Maybe in no time I'd fold my paper heart and fly it to you." I stood back a few steps from her. "I had a great time too, and don't you dare be poetic with me. We may be people made of paper but I'm not letting you fly your heart to me that easily. It might crumple, it might tear." She said and closed the door. I turned my heel and walked back home. "Well, look who's being poetic now," I muttered, shaking my head and laughing. Somehow, I know that she's the one I want to be for the rest of my life. We just have to endure