So there was this guy who tried an experiment at his university.
He wrote his name and address on sheets of paper and began handing them out to every beautiful girl he saw.
Only this guy had a different view than most, he saw beauty in everything.
So he began handing out hundreds of papers per day.
Most of the girls who got these sheets of paper would feel flattered, others would crumple it up and throw them away.
Eventually, this guy was handing so many out that he realized he was forgetting which girls he had already given a paper to and which ones he hadn’t.
So he took a break. He stopped. And he focused his energy on his studies like he should have been doing in the first place.
After a week or two into this break, he began receiving letters from girls he had given a paper to.
He would reply to them with sweet notes, or positive comments about beauty and similes that included sunsets and flowers and the like.
Soon the letters began to subside.
They all nearly stopped writing back to him until he was receiving and replying to just one girl.
This guy soon became infatuated with her.
He would re-read her letters several times a day and he always kept one with him at all times.
They began writing to one another hypothetical situations of a future where he and she were married to each other.
They had names of children picked out.
They knew how many dogs/cats they would have.
They knew where they would retire to.
They had everything figured out, except their beginning.
They had a middle and an ending to their love story, but no beginning.
So after many months, in a letter, this guy asks his love if she would accompany him to the school ball at the end of the year.
She agreed, enthusiastically of course, but posed a flaw in his plan.
Neither of them remembered what the other looked like.
Undaunted by the fact, this guy replied that they had nothing to worry about, that they knew each other so well, recognizing one another would no problem.
This guy relied on the power of the feeling she left in him. And he knew it would be enough.
So the day of the dance finally came.
And this guy shaved his face and combed his hair.
And this girl bought a new dress and curled her hair.
And on the way, this guy picks the biggest sunflower he could find.
And this girl buys a gorgeous boutonnière for him.
They both get there an hour early, due to over-excitement.
But because they live on either side of the campus, they both wait at the opposite entrance to the dance hall, unknowing that they are so close.
This guy checks his watch every minute.
And this girl rolls a rock back and forth with her shoe.
After what feels like an eternity, other students start crowding around the entrances with them.
This guy feels his heart pounding.
This girl checks her teeth in a mirror.
Finally, the doors are opened and everyone crowds in.
Being the gentleman that he is, this guy lets some couples go in before him.
This girl rushes in, and stops in the middle of the floor, scanning every face of every guy she sees for any sign of recognition.
When this guy finally makes his way in, he can barely hear the music.
The sound of his heart in his ears is deafening.
It’s the girl who spots him first.
She actually sees the sunflower before she sees him, and she tries to fight back the tears.
She mentioned sunflowers were her favorite flower once, in one of their first letters, months ago.
This girl doesn’t walk towards him.
She wants to see if he will recognize her.
She wants to know that it wasn’t all talk, and that these feelings were really mutual.
This guy doesn’t even need to take a second look.
He spots her immediately.
This guy takes a deep breath and makes his way over to her, trying to fight back his grin, unsuccessfully.
