Chapter One: That would be beautiful.

'It would be nice to be in love,' I thought to myself. 'Yes, it would definately be nice.' I nodded to myself, as if that would somehow confirm the reality of the statement even more. I even smiled a bit, thinking about how wonderful it would feel.

'But I'm not.' At that the slight smile slid off my face and crashed on the floor. 'I'm not in love, and the chances of me ever falling in love is slim.'

Sighing, I returned my attention to the book I was reading, attempting to push these thoughts away. It didn't work, but that was probably because I was reading a romance novel. Then, I began to worry. What if I really never did fall in love? What if I went about my life as normal for ages, but never encountered someone like that? As it was I didn't even have many guy friends; not to mention the chances of a background (secondary at best) character like me getting noticed by guys was slim.

I was a fan of being honest with myself, so I by my standards I wasn't ugly. Maybe a bit plain (and I hated how my chin crinkled when I pressed my lips together and those couple zits lingering on my forehead had to go), but not bad to look at. In fact, I thought my eyes were quite pretty.

Same story with my personality; it's not very outgoing, and I could be a bit annoying to people I know, and I was definately shy. Nothing was happening there that would make me noticed. In fact, even when it did get noticed people either liked to assume that I'm happy all of the time or serious to a fault.

That's why I broke up with Zed, I guess. When I was young I outlined the things I wanted in a boyfriend. He should be able to make me laugh, we should share most interests, and our personalities should compliment nicely. Zed didn't really; he was depressed and depressing, and while we did share most interests (and what we didn't share we managed to discuss civilly), I wasn't interested.

The problem with that relationship was that while all logic said that we should be a perfect couple, we weren't, no matter how much Zed saw it that way. I would never tell him this, though. I felt like an ass for breaking it off, but it's better than leading him on then rejecting his marriage proposal.

I blinked, then noticed I was crying. Wiping my eyes, I tried not to let this get to me as I returned to my book. Tears silently poured down my face as the man announced his love and the woman, weeping, told him the same. In my mind, I thought,

'Yes, to be in love like that would be beautiful.'