You were a book lover, like, obsessed with books, every week buying at least one or two if you can and installing a library in your mansion

You have a favorite bookstore, some might think it your favorite because of the design, book placements, the atmosphere or just the vibe, but no. It was your favorite, because there was always this "Book boy", as you called him

You never talked to him, except if you needed a book, too scared of rejection. He was always writting something in his book if he wasn't packing books or stacking shelves

One day he went back into the shop as usual, for another book. You went in and saw him sitting behind a table, reading a book, till you came in. He looked up and his face went red, standing up clumsily and walked away from the table

You ignored it and went your way, searching for books. A few minutes later, you felt a figure looming over you, followed by a nervous and gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see him

He was beat red as he shakily extended a piece of paper, before walking away to the cash register

The note read

"I think about you every day I plan out what to say You have no idea, you have no clue Just how much I think about you I try not to stare, I try not to hide I want to tell you how I feel But the voices inside make me hush So I keep it down in my heart Hoping that nothing falls apart Wherever you go, my heart will follow But sadly, ever, only I will know I hope my heart will never be broken All because my love is unspoken"

Your book boy