He looked at her, walking across the isles. She was beautiful. His eyes dilated as she continued to shop for what she needed at her home. As he looked closer, he noticed something in her eyes. Something that made him feel the pain of a stranger. He was afraid if he touched her, she would crumble to pieces. A fragile female. So he stood where he was. Afraid. But he reminded himself if he stood and did nothing, she would never know how much some one else would adore her. He approached her, grabbing the box of quick mix that she couldn't reach. He said hey girl…what are you doing trying to climb on these shelves. The entire lot would fall down upon your hands. She looked at him and her eyes grew huge in admiration. She said “No sir, I was just trying to get a handsome guy like you to come over.” He’s flattered but his eyes squint. “So, you’re not taken?” he asked. “Well…not anymore.” She said. She looks away feeling bashful. “You don't have to explain.” He said. “I think and I know you're beautiful. Forget about that dude. I’ll stitch your pretty little heart back up to love again. I’m a man of my word.” he said. She trembled as she grabbed the box of quick miss that she honestly didn't care about. Her eyes watered and he said “Careful now. If I touch you I feel I may break you as hurt as you are.” She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, tugging gently. And that was the beginning of a love story