Chapter 2
Chapter one: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Today is a holiday of my the university I am teaching, and I decided to go to the library to return my book that made me so sentimental last night.
I walked to the closest library, and walked to to counter.
The man that sat behind the counter was quite large; not fat, just muscular. His biceps were larger than my head; and he seemed quite uncomfortable in that small chair, and I have never seen him in this library. I chuckled in my heart and walked to him, knocking the table in front of him, like waking up a sleeping student in my class.
Opps, can't forget being a professor.
When he looked up and asked me how can he help me, I felt like being stricken by lighting.
Shall I compare him to a summer's day? Yet he was so much brighter and warmer than the best summer day I have ever had.
His shinning blue eyes read the cover of my book, and I could almost see a trial of light left on the book which was named 'curiosity'. I could see his beautiful lips tucking up, and I felt like my soul is being tucked away too; maybe he was thinking that I really look like a geek that read this kind of book?
I tried to start a conversation so that I won't keep looking at his face and drool;
And it turned out that he was really a new staff working here.
And that I have never felt this kind of feeling for a long time; it was like a feather tickling my heart, every time he looks at me through those long lashes; every time he talks with me with his deep and amazing voice with a slight smiling tone, I felt the feeling when I read every new book I read-- desperate for more, desperate for more climax.
Even the summer can't be compared with him, maybe the sun, the fire ball in the sky can barely be the equal as him.
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When I walked out of the library, I have to hold the wall for a few minutes.
In my whole life, I have never been that excited or happy for someone; my life was dull that I could barely list something that is remarkable except graduating and being a professor.
Sometimes I really wonder where I belong and who can turn me into a better person.