Love Story In Bookstore

Once there was a boy who was suffering from cancer had lived his whole life inside the house being taken care of by his mother.

One day he wanted to go outside, His mother was hesitant but reluctantly agreed. He was sick of always being at home and she knew that. She let him go for a walk down the street.

He walked past a lot of stores and came across one particular one that sold Books. He went inside and he saw the prettiest girl he had ever seen there and he knew immediately that he loved her. It was a classic case of love at first sight.

He walked up to the desk behind which she was working. He could not seem to notice anything else except her. She looked up at him and smiled. “Can I help you?” said she in the sweetest voice ever. He just wanted to kiss her right then and there, but he managed to think of something.

“I, uh, I want to buy a book,” he said. He picked up a random one and paid the girl.

“Would you like that wrapped?” she asked him, flashing him the cutest smile once again.

He nodded, and she went to get the supplies she needed. She came back, wrapped the book, and he took it and left.

The next day the boy went back and bought another book, got it wrapped same as usual. He really wanted to ask her out but he didn’t have the courage. The boy repeated the same thing for the next few weeks. He put every book in his closet.

The mom found out about this and asked him to just ask her out, so the next day when he went to buy the book, while the girl went to get the wrapping paper, he wrote his number and left.

[A few days later, the phone rings]

Boy’s mom picked up, it was the girl. She wanted to speak to the boy. The mom (sobbing) told the girl that he passed away last week.

Later, the mom wanted to remember her son so she went to his room and opened his closet. There she found all the unopened books. She opened one and it had a note. It was from the girl. “Hi, I think you’re really cute, do you want to go out?”

She opened one more. There was one more piece of paper, and the same thing in the next book and so on…