The Library Chronicle.
You know when you always dream of meeting someone in the most perfect way?
By “in the most perfect way”, I mean “not on facebook, or any social network”.
I always missed that. Just running into someone, somewhere, not knowing anything about him. To solely base the person on your first impression, not anyone else’s.
That’s what happened to me.
It was a normal day, except that I wasn’t supossed to have one class, with 4G because they weren’t in school. So, that was, in my opinion, supposed to be the 4th class, and then on 5th I would go to Chemistry with 4H.
I switched my classes which more or less resulted me going to 4H and then them, with their “oh we’re so sorry” faces, telling me they just had Chemistry. I wasn’t about to go to my class because I wouldn’t be able to take that walk of shame, telling everyone I, once again, misunderstood what someone explained in Italian.
So I packed up my shit and went to the only safe place.
I walked into the library. It was quiet, like you’d expect the a library to be, but there was also noone in the first part of it. There were no tables or chairs, nothing I could rest my ass on. So I decided to explore a bit more and make a turn. Best decision of my life.
I made a turn and there was a guy sitting there reading a a book. I was kind of surprised because I thought there was no one. He looked at me.
He had curly hair and a few dreadlocks in it. He was wearing glasses and a green jumper.
I got my shit together and asked him if I can “study” here.
He said “Certo.”
I don’t know how but we started talking. About everything. He found out I was an exchange student from Bosnia, asked me about it, what’s the difference. He laughed at the fact that I liked metal, but wore flowers on my shirt. He asked me what subjects I was talking.
“Maths and physics.”
“Wow, we’re playing on completely different teams.”
He is studying Philosophy in Parma. When I asked him about the book he was reading, he said it was on Philosophy. I asked, what about.
He got up to explain: “You see this book. It’s Violet. But why do we say it’s violet? Why do I understand exactly what you mean when you say it?”
I had the “shit” expression on my face.
He laughed “When I started Philosophy I came looking for answers. Now I just have more questions, and no answers.”
We laughed. He had to go.
I asked for a name. (GIRL POWER).
He said it was: “Rocco”.
And he was gone.
And I was left giggling like a school girl.