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Love at first sight - a fairy tale ideal, best left to Shakespeare and hopeless romantics. Miranda was neither. Love itself was a fairy tale in the icy temple only known as her heart. She was a woman barely out of girlhood, mercilessly preparing for cruelty known as the real world; she had no time for the rush of joy, the warmth of holding hands, the symphony of a shared laugh, the imaginary fireworks of a first kiss. It was all non-existent, in fact as her mind absorbed the words of the book in front of her and her hand raced across her paper as she wrote down notes to review for her History of Art class. She mentally hammered at herself to finish as much as she could before the hour was up, maintaining her strict study schedule she set for herself. Even her parents found themselves to be surprised they did not have to hound at her to keep up with her studies - they never had to.

Only ten minutes left until it was time to take a rest, and Miranda was studying as diligently then as she was when she began just two hours earlier. There was nothing else more to look forward to than the thirty minutes her mind could wander off. Maybe even think abouthim. Luckily for her heart, and bad for her mind: her pen ran out of ink! Her only reaction was to stare in silence, frowning before uttering a frustrated groan. As trivial as it was, it was still enough for her to collapse onto her desk, carelessly letting the dry pen fall with her.

"Why doesn't anything go right for me anymore?!" she thought. Those familiar with her knew her troubles weren't as great as she made them out to be, but she still insisted it was the end of the world for her. They were the average troubles of a college student, though her year had been emotionally draining. But at the moment, as she sighed to collect her oh-so-shattered self, her mind wandered back to himAt last, her heart finally had the chance to flutter for the first time, since she began to study for night. She hated when that happened.

His name was Joseph, photography major. He was almost too good to be true a very caring, polite, hard-working young man with a passion for life. Miranda herself envied that passion; it was that part of him that lured her into love. Only first "meeting" him through the tales told from her friend of ten years, Melissa. The second "meeting", seeing his picture on an online profile. The more Miranda looked through his collection of pictures the more she giggled at the silliness they displayed, giving her only

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