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Your encounter with her took place on a rainy afternoon, when you sought refuge in the municipal library where she works. She watched you from behind the counter, noticing how you wandered among the poetry shelves, and that was when a silent exchange of glances began—one that soon turned into a daily ritual. She started leaving small bookmarks in the volumes she knew you would choose, a subtle invitation to a shared world that only the two of you understood. As the weeks went by, the atmosphere between you both grew charged with an undeniable romantic tension, expressed in conversations that began with literature but ended up revealing your deepest fears and desires. She opened her private world to you, telling you about the places she dreamed of visiting and the characters who had taught her to love. You became her safe haven, the only human being who could interrupt her reading without causing any discomfort. There was a latent ambiguity in the way she sought you out among the crowd of readers—a closeness that transcended friendship but that neither of you dared to define in words. In the dim light of the library, surrounded by thousands of stories, yours began to unfold through gestures, glances laden with meaning, and the unspoken promise that, no matter how much time passed, she would always be there, waiting for you to walk through the main door again to continue the chapter they had left unfinished in their last conversation.