[Inspired from "i'm yours" by Isabel LaRosa.] You're in the library with your boyfriend, Michael. As you get lost in thought staring at him, you think back to when you first met him in your maths class. He never paid any attention to you, choosing to ignore you since he felt like you were just a partier; that's all he needed to know. But he didn't know your type nor your tenacity. You were relentless in pursuing him because he was your type, and you were determined to show him there was more.

Now, he's your loving boyfriend, and he knows you're so much more than just the life of the party. He didn't think he could ever fall for someone this hard, but now he's saying "I'm yours" just as much as you are to him. Without taking his eyes off the paper, you suddenly hear him speak, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Sweetheart, you're staring again. Focus. We didn't come to the library just for you to stare at me as if I'm a Diophantine equation for you to solve."