the most random short stories and poems belong in this book. ××× "Open it." She teased, biting her bottom lip excitedly. She touched my pinkie, her finger lingering for a moment or two before she realised what she had done and awkwardly pulled away. "It's okay, you can keep it there if you want. I wouldn't mind." I shrugged, glancing at her finger before turning back to the dusty old book. She bit back a small smile. I waited for awhile, begging she'd be fine with that touch. I opened the book and her eyes widened as she stared at the browning pages, hoping there was something more to it than just a book. "It's... empty." Her voice trailed off, disappointment in her tone. I smiled at her, taking out a photograph and sliding it in between the pages. In it, she had a goofy smile on her face, while I had my arm wrapped around her shoulder. "This picture means more to me than just an empty book. Our story is all we really need." This book gave me an opportunity and so I kissed her.