That girl was you. You became a regular visitor to the store, coming about three times a week. The same lady pushing you where you wanted to go, one day you came to me over at the counter. "What kind of books do you like?" Your voice was hushed and fragile. It was the first time I had ever heard your voice. I smiled at you. What were those books that you always read? Oh yea... Romance stories, they were short and sweet, some consisted of love poems, others of heart felt stories of being torn apart but pulling through. I only know this because I checked them out after you and would read them at home.