It was an ordinary day. I walked between the bookshelves. The atmosphere of the library was comforting. I was choosing a book and suddenly I heard a rustling sound. I turned around and saw a girl of average height. That girl was you. You tried to reach the book from the top shelf, but because you are short, you couldn’t do it. Then I came up behind you, my chest pressing against your back through the soft sweater. My hand touched yours and I handed you a book with the inscription “Love is...”