An introverted shy girl finds a secret note in her library book. Then it happens again. Is it just a coincidence? A sweet romantic story inspired by Taylor Swift’s song ‘Begin Again’.
I am quiet. I own one plant. My idea of a good time is a cup of tea and a good book . I am basically an old lady in a 23 year old body. So how could this happen to me???
It all started with a book- the Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. It’s funny how after all these years I still remember the name of the book and the exact chapter and page I was on when I found the note.
It was written on a torn piece of ruled paper folded twice :
“You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget”.
I googled it , it was from a book.
In hindsight I wonder what was it about that note that sparked my curiosity. I, who spent considerable time and energy trying to avoid people suddenly wanted to meet the mysterious author of the note, whoever they might be . It was absurd, it was silly, it was absolutely irrational but the next morning found me checking out The Road by Cormac MacCarthy. I was just getting to the interesting part when the second note fell out.
It was written on a yellow sticky note and it said:
‘not all those who wander are lost “.
Now I was more curious then ever.
I have read all the Sherlock Holmes stories and even seen the BBC series , I thought I should probably dust the notes for fingerprints or maybe stake out the library in a ridiculous disguise but I am lazy as heck, so I heaved my heavy bones to the library and checked out The Lord of the Rings. I returned home with an assortment of snacks and settled in for a relaxing weekend. I emerged from the hobbit hole two days later tired, red eyed and with the vague feeling of nostalgia one experiences when finishing a good book.
After that there were no more notes. I wrote it off as a coincidence and life went on.
Then one day it happened again. It had been a long and tiring day and I felt lonely and unloved. All I wanted was to snuggle up with a pepperoni pizza and a good book, which is exactly what I was doing until a scrap of paper fell out which said
“ No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another “.
I burst into tears.
The next week was a national holiday and the restaurant where I worked was swamped with customers. If kept the last note carefully and looked at it whenever I felt depressed.
At last the rush ended and I took home The Fault in Our Stars to relax with. I was bawling over the fate of Augustus Waters when I saw it.
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you I could walk through my garden forever “.
I felt like the heroine of a Nicholas Sparks novel. This was weird. I am quiet. I am logical I am not a giddy love struck fool. I had no idea who this person was or if he – if it even was a he- was legit. But I found myself paying more attention to the people around me the next time I went to the library.
Single mom with two kids- nope, tired businessman reading the newspaper- probably just looking for a little peace and quiet, grandma in the sci fi section- not likely.
Every time I borrowed a book I wondered if there’d be a quote inside, and most of the time there would be- romantic, funny, comforting or inspiring suiting my mood exactly.
One day when I arrived at the counter the librarian handed me a note saying that someone had left it for the ‘cute brunette with the wonderful smile’. I felt my face flush as I thanked her and I made my way home.
“Wednesday 12 pm Castle Street Cafe”
was all it said.
I am quiet. I am cautious. I should’ve asked someone for advice. I should’ve just forgotten the whole thing.I am not an idiot ( I swear) but that Wednesday I put on a yellow sundress which was less grandma-ish than the rest of my wardrobe, styled my hair in an updo I had (not) spent hours practicing last night and made my way to Castle Street Cafe.
He was nothing extraordinary or dramatic. He wore jeans and a blue polo shirt that matched his eyes and he looked sort of familiar.
We talked like we’d known each other forever, he worked at the pizza parlor by the library ( which is why he looked familiar) but he had been too shy to actually talk to me.
I simply couldn’t believe there was anyone in the world shyer then me.
We talked of shoes and ships and sealing wax. Of cabbages and kings and the time flew by on wings.
Two years later it found a note in my purse. It was written on a Tiffany’s receipt and it said
“There was once a boy who loved a girl and her laugh was a question he wanted to spend the rest of my life answering “
I took a pen and wrote under it :