Can I have some advice for the short story I'm writing part one Love…? What is that… whats the point in the word love?

Down windowpane, like any other day, small drops of water slowly dripped down colliding along with another small group of water, down it went. I remember it clearly, the fog in the distance when I glanced out the window. I would be on my unmade bed reading a book I just so happened to have picked at the library earlier that day. Romance some may say, only a desperate girl reads, but no that wasn’t the case for me. Love wasn’t something I would go searching for it seems like a weakness in my eyes. Inevitably obsessed with someone, I could only think it would hold you back?..

Each day, after homeschool, I would go to the library. Something about the books and detailed wording filled my heart with desire. Every word would draw me in, every genre every meaning, it all made me feel safe. In a way, I never felt before. The world would go away and it would only be me alone in the pages of a new chapter telling me how the prince slayed a dragon, or how the young boy saved his baby sister from the witch wanting more youth. It just felt right.

Yet this day was different. dragging my fingers along the name of each book. I was unusually and awfully distracted away from the books. Across the bookshelf, was a ravishing girl she reminded me of Florence from The Ghost of Crutchfield Hall… beautiful amber brown hair down past her shoulders brown big eyes, and a black and red striped shirt. I noticed how her hair brushed over her eyes as she read what looked like harry potter the goblet of the fire, yet I wasn’t for sure that was it. Something about this girl made me curious, I watched from a distance as she continued to read her large book. What was it that drew me in? Was this like the undead beings that drawn in beautiful girls to feast on? No that would be silly, those are only stories, a girl my age shouldn’t be filled with that type of childish thoughts.

My heart started pounding out of my chest. She looked me dead in the eyes and smiled at me. Frozen in place I felt a fluttery motion in my stomach and my face heated up. She was so beautiful, like an angelic angel being seen for the first time by humankind. My hands shook as I slightly waved at her. She looked down and chuckled as if she was amused in my shy ways and nervousness I saw her delicate hands close the book and bring it up to her chest holding it in a crossed form. Just admiring her movements I was unable to do a thing.

Taking slow steps this girl strutted up to me as if I wasn’t a complete stranger. ¨well hello, I noticed all your staring, is something wrong?” she asked with a soft and gentle voice my got warmer after hearing that voice of an angel. She tilted her head obviously confused from my silence i somewhat silently sighed stepping back a bit and raised my hands
I swayed my hands creating words with each movement ´I'm sorry for staring at you, you are just very admirable’ unable to talk I had to sign to her only hoping she could understand. Looking up at her with an innocent smile biting my lip.

Giggling this girl smiled ¨thank you, I don’t get compliments very often you seem admirable as well my name is Kamari, what's yours?” she obviously knew exactly what I had said I was so happy she could.

‘My name is Cat!’ my smile grew already starting to fantasize about me and Kamari. Will we be friends, or become more, is she just trying to be nice and is actually creeped out from my staring. What if she actually hates me? Or maybe this is a trap!?