I entered the library the next day. I can't help but think about Edward Cullen, the student librarian.

Sometimes, I even see him gazing at me with dreamy eyes, but I think, those time were purely my imagination.

I like him, his bronze unruly hair, his forest-green eyes, his lips that pulls into a lopsided curl when he smiles.

I love how he makes me smile with just one look.

I can't help but wonder if he will ever like me too.

I took the book I have been reading yesterday: Twilight. I was relieved when I found out that this book could not be checked out of the library since I really wanted to see his face some more. I was secretly peering behind the book while he was reading on his own.

As I opened the book to the latest page I read, a piece of paper fell down. I stooped to pick it up. It was a letter. For me.

Isabella,

I love the way you literally run inside the library, stopping when the head librarian shushes you.

I love the way you blush, the way your pale skin reddens.

I love the way your fingers skim through every book you read.

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

I love the ways your lips part when you seem surprised.

I love the way you bite her lip in embarrassment.

I love the way you smile at me.

I love the way you talk comfortably with me.

I love the way you pout when the book you want to read was taken out.

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

I love the way your liquid brown eyes look at me, it fascinates me.

I love you. And I always will.

E. C.

I stared at the piece of paper in my hand, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

I have never felt so… loved. I gazed longingly at the letter and looked at Edward Cullen.

Wait.

E. Edward. C. Cullen.

Edward Cullen is in love with me?

I shook my head.

Why on earth would he love me? Or perhaps, like me?

I know this seems stupid. This could be another guy with the same initials as him. But I'll risk everything for love.

I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote.

E. C.

I think I know who you are. If you are the E. C. that I am guessing, then, um, I don't know how to say this.

I love you too.

I may seem stupid by confessing because I don't know if you really are the E. C. that I love but then, life is full of risks isn't it?

Isabella

PS. Bella would be just fine.

I folded it neatly and tucked it inside the book.

I shakily stood up and put the books right back in its shelf. I grabbed my things and headed out of the library, passing Edward Cullen, whose gaze I could feel as I left.