I remember well the first time I saw her. I was exceptionally moved. I couldn't help but be overwhelmed in that moment. There I looked at her and with some hesitation I approached her. But I had to approach her, she caused me to marvel. Then I decided rather than just stand there and gawk, I'd probably do well to say something. And so I began. I tried not to show my awkwardness and just speak, but I couldn't help but fumble a bit over my words. Her presence had captivated me. And as the brief introductory window we had to meet one another had ended, I found myself longing for another chance to meet with her and talk and get to know her better. I would not be content to do anything but pursue after her.
