Library L♥ve

How I met the love of my life, Kathleen, is the greatest love story of my life. It happened many years ago during an ordinary trip to the library. This is the story of how Frankenstein met Juliet.

I walked in and was greeted by the librarian's assistant. It felt like fiction to see such a beauty choosing to spend her time in the library. I must have stared a little too long because she asked if there was anything she could do for me. I told her I was looking for a classic, a classic unlike anything I'd read before. Admittedly, this sounded a little silly; this girl had my binding just a little too tight.

She asked if I came to the library often. I told her that I came here periodically. She then asked if I had a favorite genre. I told her that Poe me had been Thoreau the whole catalog and Emerson myself in everything. She said Twain the two of us could find a great story.

We started in the science section, beginning with astrology. I couldn't focus; this girl was out of this world. I knew at that moment I had to make her the star of my life, though it seemed we were in different galaxies.

Next, we moved to science fiction. She had my temperature in Fahrenheit 451. I knew I would need a Time Machine to go back and impress this girl. I felt like Frankenstein, just hoping to figure out The Hitchhiker's Guide to her heart.

Then, we went to history. She showed me biographies of all the presidents. I was hoping she'd Grant me an opportunity to get to know her better. I considered making a move but decided to nix that plan. Although she seemed tailor-made for me, I couldn’t afford to mess this up.

Off to mythology. By Zeus's beard, I hoped to stretch this day. It was getting warm in Eros. She showed me a book about Greek gods. I didn't think Athena of it; I knew this girl was my Aphrodite.

I knew she thought I was making Much Ado About Nothing. I admit I was stretching this Midsummer Night's Dream. I wasn't trying to ham it up. But when she took me to Shakespeare, I told her she took my mac-breath away. She rolled her eyes a little, but I think she liked that joke.

She told me to come this way, and she would show me some poetry. So I followed her path. It was a huge section. I told her this stuff was too deep for me and would keep me up at night.

She looked at me slightly saddened. She noted that we'd been all over the library and hadn't found the book yet. I told her not to worry; this was not the endnotes for us. There was another interest in my catalog. I could tell by the way she cross-referenced me that she was curious about what I was up to.

I told her I was looking for an anthology of love stories starring my Juliet. She seemed confused. I told her I'd like to start creating our collection of stories, one for every day of our love. I explained that it had been fantastic spending the day with her. I wasn't going to let her get away from me.

Our love may be making history. Our tales are never over. We are bound to the pages of life where our love story unfolds. I will spend every day looking at her like she's Aphrodite, dating her like she is Juliet, worshipping her if she is Cleopatra, and protecting her like she is Josephine. She is my Iris.