“I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
She was the quiet one, head bent in concentration or sleep, in the middle of the classroom. Ordinary. Well-dressed. Bad habit of picking at her nails. Liked to kick off her shoes and curl up in her narrow chair during class. With a laugh so loud it startled him the first time he heard it. With a voice so quiet he missed most of what she said until he learned to really listen.
He found her because he was simply bored of the way the professor droned about themes in literature in the front of the class and he was tired of Facebook and checking his phone surreptitiously beneath his desk. He began to people-watch instead. Watching the little quirks and habits they had, when they thought no one was watching. He sat in the back, not because he wasn’t interested in the class, but because he liked to be the observer, not the observed."
-Amy Bishop
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