The Answer To Yesterdays Passage!

From the moment he saw her, he felt an instant connection, a strange tug. The pull Zeke felt toward her was so strong, he couldn't help but follow her to her locker and, for some reason, bug the hell out of her.He watched her set her combination into place, then pulled down as it clicked open. He said not a single word as he continued to observe her as she put books in and took other books out. She glanced over at him finally and spoke. "Can I help you? Are you lost or something?""Yes, I can't find my way out of your eyes," he said, giving a sideways smile, realizing exactly how cheesy that sounded.The girl swallowed, the she looked furious. "Stop before you eve start. You're just like all the rest. I don't want to be part of you little joke. I'm not a game that you can just play whenever you feel like it, you jerk!"He could hear the tears in her voice, see it in her beautiful deep green eyes. He leaned against her locker, inches away from her face, and whispered, "I would never do that." Then in a louder voice: "Even if I did, I wouldn't just play you, I'd do everything to win you."She shoved him away. "Win me? she said fiery. "What am I, a prize at the county fair? I'm nobody's possession!"Zeke realized his poor choice of words, and tried to defend himself. "That's not what I meant.""Then what did you mean?" she retorted weakly, in a strained voice.He looked down and happened to see her hands, and the L-O-V-E on her knuckles in permanent black Sharpie.He smiled as he recalled her familiar handwriting. He took her her hands in his and looked back up at her. "I meant that I would do everything to win your heart, like I have before. I meant that I know you, Hailey. Your favorite color is jade, you hate ketchup, and that for some reason you love the number fifteen. You're scared of aliens coming down to invade earth and you're a freak for books about angels and you believe in true love. I remember you, and I never forgot you. The question is, do you remember me?"He showed her his own knuckles with the letters T-R-U-E, one on each knuckle in permanent black Sharpie.
And the theme (note) was:

Note: Love does not find you, you find it. And if you lose it, then it will come back.