I was sitting alone in a quaint coffee shop reading a book when the girl with the beautiful smile walked in, her hair soaked with rain. She was laughing as she walked in, ordering a small cup. I couldn't get over the look on her face. I couldn't get over her.

She ordered her drink and sat down, looking around slowly before taking her seat alone. I smiled at her over my book, and our eyes momentarily met. She took out a laptop out of her bag, and started typing. I wondered what she was doing. Was she a writer like me? Maybe she was just sending an email. I longed to see what the woman was doing.

And I imagine sitting next to her, reading over her shoulder with my arm around her. I imagined telling her how great her writing was, and telling her I was proud before opening my own book. I imagined her taking it away and telling me to read hers, that she liked me reading over her shoulder. I imagined kissing her cheek before putting my book back in her bag.

I imagined telling her that I love her, how proud of her I was as she got the letter saying they would publish her book. I imagined her reading my book for the first time, telling me how much she loves it, that she loves me. And I imagined her telling me that she was pregnant with our first child, and working together to write a story to read the child every night.

I imagined her beautiful laugh, and thought that if they sounded anything like her eyes looked when she was smiling so happily, it would be the most gorgeous sound in the world.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at her computer, and I wondered if she was writing a scene about two people in love.

I imagined her writing about us, about all of the adventures we would have, about our lives. And I imagined her eyes sparkling as she did it. She would show me her newest piece of work, smiling excitedly and asking me to read it before anyone else, and I'd hug her and tell her how great it was. Because anything someone like her could write would be the greatest thing in the world.

I would keep her safe, I would keep her warm and never let her go. She would be mine.

She brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She was beaming. She didn't have a trace of makeup on, I realized as she lifted her cup to her beautiful, luscious lips and took a sip. She looked perfect. I didn't think she needed anything on her face, it was already perfect. She was perfect.

I imagined Soda and Darry meeting her for the first time and both of them telling me they loved her. Darry saying he was happy I found someone. I imagined asking her father for his blessing. He gave it to me, and I proposed the next day. The look on her face, it was priceless. She cried as I slipped the small ring on her finger, and I worried that she didn't like it, that it wasn't big enough. It was all I could afford. She loved it anyways, and I realized it when we kissed. I felt sparks, the kind I got when we met for the first time, the first time we held hands, the first time we kissed, at our first "I love you", and everything inbetween. She was the one for me, I knew it.

I imagined our wedding, our vows, which we both wrote ourselves. We both cried, Soda did too, and so did her father and mother.

I imagined telling her about my parents, and then Johnny and Dally. Losing my parents and best friend all in a two year span. There would be tears running down my cheeks as I sat next to her in our bed, telling her the things I never told anyone. She hugged me, comforted me, saying I would never lose her and everything would be okay.

I heard her laugh, clear as day form the other side of the room and I realized I was staring as I daydreamed. I flushed, embarrassed as she looked over at me. She was smiling. God, I loved that smile. I wish I could say it was mine. That she was mine.

Blinking out of my zone, I went over to her. My heart raced as I wondered what was to come. I was nervous. I was excited.

"Hi," I said, trying not to sound too nervous. "My name's Ponyboy. Is this seat taken?" She shook her head, and I sat down, hoping my dreams with the beautiful woman would come true. And then I remembered that I didn't even know her name.

Yet.

Was this creepy or cute? It was kind of based off the song Marry Me by Train, it's stuck in my head right now. Anyways, I just though you guys would like an update. Love you! :)