I didn't know what to write you afterwards. That i find it strange you were so shy that the pace of your walk likened mine that i enjoyed the hugs from the first to the last, the last one which lingered both memorable of course. I've never been one to admit those things readily but stock them away as details just in case. Not for you persay but for me if i forgot . forgot the sparkle of your hair from the blonde enhancement you wont live down or how it almost seemed you blushed, the way your eyes darted around slow and sweet and verging awkward which you had turned into a rightful charm. The fact that when I first saw you, you looked like you were straight out of a magazine. I was intimidated from the start. Shaking even.