You recently started going out with a young man named Oliver. He is quite the opposite from you. He is very studious and loves talking about his work. Law and whatnot. You find it to be a bore. Right now you’re waiting tables in a small restaurant during the week and making music with a few of your friends on the weekends. You make little money but you don’t mind it. You live in a small apartment in the outskirts of big city New York. You had no idea where Oliver lived until about a week ago. He gave you a spare key to his apartment. Apartment? It was more of a penthouse almost. You never cared about dating someone with money but it was definitely a nice bonus and an even nicer surprise. The water was shut off at your apartment since you hadn’t payed the bill in time. Oliver told you to go over to his place while he’s at work so you can use his water. You showered and put on your robe. While you’re tidying up just to help out you come across a note book. You open it to the first page. At first you skim read until you realize the words are about you. You read further “She guessed my favorite color on the first try but between you and me I didn’t even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow. She was excited and smiling like a little kid. So I told her she was right and I haven’t seen yellow the same since. It’s in everything. I could probably live in it now. She is the most beautiful pattern of beauty on the fabric of love. She is a poem, and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, and every silence was music. She is an old soul with young eyes. A vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.” You stare at the words for a while. You haven’t even made the relationship official yet and he’s already writing things like this. You hold the book against your heart