I love her. And I always will.

I love the way she literally runs inside the library, stopping when the head librarian shushes her.

I love the way she blushes, the way her pale skin reddens.

I love the way her fingers skim through every book she reads.

I love the way her eyes dart from a word to another.

I love the ways her lips part when she seems surprised.

I love the way she bites her lip in embarrassment.

I love the way she smiles at me when she gives me her card.

I love the way she talks comfortably with me.

I love the way she pouts when the book she wants to read was taken out.

I love the way her brown hair hits the sunlight, where tinges of red are obviously shown.

I love the way her liquid brown eyes look at me, fascinated.

Oh, Isabella Marie Swan, how can I tell you how I feel?

She entered the library the first time I saw her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with joy. Heaving her bag, she walked towards the fiction section, her fingers skimming through every spine of every book, in search of something that will amuse her.

At last, she found the right book for her: Twilight.

I have read that book, fascinated by how their love pushes through though their differences; he is a vampire while she is a mere human.

I adjusted my glasses as she came over and asked me.

"Um, excuse me. Are you the student librarian here?" she wondered.

"Y-yes. What is it?" I stammered. A really bad time to.

"Um, can I check out this book?" she raised the book lightly.

"Uh, I don't know. Can you wait? I'll check it on the computer." She nodded. I walked over to the computer and checked to see if Twilight is one of the books students can check out of the library.

I came back and shook my head.

"Uh, I'm sorry. This book is for library reading only."

"Oh, don't be! I can still read it here, right?" my eyes lit up. I am going to see her still!

"O-of course." I smiled uneasily.

"Well, thanks anyway." She said and went to her usual seat.

I gazed dreamily at her. I sighed. She can never like me. How can a cool girl like her like a boring nerd like me?

Her hair, caressed by the wind. Sometimes, I wish I were the wind, so I could touch her hair, her face…

"Mr. Cullen? Edward?" I snapped out of my reverie as Ms. Brandon came.

"Oh, Ms. Brandon. I was just, uh…"

"You like her, don't you?" she pointed out.

"Oh, n-no. of course not." I lied.

"Don't worry. I won't tell her." She grinned. I just bowed my head low.

"You look perfect together." She said. I looked at Isabella. She was intently reading. "You've got to tell her how you feel." Ms. Brandon urged me.

"But how?"

"You have your ways." She said.

I looked at Isabella one last time.