The doors it’s deep stuff.” She said handing him an autographed copy reading to Dallas with a big heart the size of Texas. Thank you Jim Morrison .

“ I’d love to go to your placeum yeah if that’s what you want i would as long as you know the song and can play it or you have the karaoke i get too nervous to sing without music.” Oh here .I have a really good book you should read NOT written by my brother it’s poetry by the singer Jim Morrison of

“ well I’d love to see it. I love book. Do I play ? Ah just the tambourine .” I mostly just sing. “ she said “ a few of my fingers were formed bent at birth so I can’t play.” She showed him her hands. “ I like writing poetry too.”

Or my Dallas / Jamie or both

And by fifth grade I was reading college books but all other subjects I failed.” She said “ sure I did okay playing ping pong in PE but school was awful and I had no friends so I turned to music.”

“ I um—“ she blushed “ was in the special needs class because I wouldn’t try reading. I hate group reading but once my aunt a teacher was down to visit and brought this book about a carousel and a pink horse. By the end of that week I was reading it. By third grade I was on a 7th grade level

“ yeah that’s good you have a mom. A twin okay that explains why you’re talking to me now. I thought I saw you earlier but you acted shy must have been your twin.” So uh as for me I love reading books and I love going on walks , listening to music and I love to play cards.”

“ yours?” She asked curiously

When he cleared his throat she snapped out of it.“ yeah i mean whatever you want but it would be the first time someone other than my brother showed me any love so uh be patient I wasn’t shown love growing up so if i seem shy or weird i just don’t know what im doing . “ my parents wanted all boys.”

Into his eyes. “ oh” she said softly getting lost in the blue of his eyes.

“ for one I just heard your whole childhood and can relate. Two I love music. Those are reasons I wanted to meet you and when I did I fell in love I can’t explain why. Someone once told me if you can’t explain why you’re in love then you’re in love.” She said walking with him. She turned and looked

“ I haven’t. My parents wanted only sons so they hated me so I felt not good enough so I never dated.” I mean sure. If you want we can but I know what I want. You.” She said with that last part she was trying to flirt again.

“ thank you.”