I wondered about your love life Daisy J.

I finally made it to the library this Saturday: 5 titles to pick up.
Every time I'm there at the "Requested for pick-up" aisle I can't help noticing the bold slips of paper screaming the names next to mine. Always the same faithful crowd, keeping up the literary statistics of the community.
I picked up the books I thought were mine, surprised that there were 6. I thought maybe the app was slow. Then realised I had picked up the next name's by accident. Quick look at the cover awaiting Daisy J: "Attached: The New Science of Adult Attachment and How It Can Help You Find - and Keep - Love".
I wondered how you came across this one, Daisy. Did it come up in a conversation, maybe a colleague was raving about it, one you had to respect, or impress? Maybe you wanted to talk about more than the summer heat and the left over lunch. I wondered if you had difficulty settling down. Or maybe getting over a recent break up? Has love been slipping away? Maybe he's been feeling distant lately. It could mean all kinds of things, Daisy. No need to question the fundamentals. Are we overreacting again, he could be just busy at work. But it's equally possible that you have to read it for a book club discussion. After all, who would ever feel they could find -and keep- love following book instructions? If you ask me, I'd say to hell with it. If you've got to look it up in a book, it's not gonna work. I wondered if we could be friends, Daisy. But then, what would we ever talk about?
I put it back on the shelf & walked to the check out station. Good luck, Daisy J.

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