I could only look at you. I didn’t have the courage to speak to you. Shyness paralysed me. It created an invisible fence that kept me back. Even if you spoke to me first, approached me first, I’d have remained frozen. But I could look at you, and I did. I took every opportunity you afforded me to take you in. With careful concern to not offend you, I would trace over you with my eyes never obsessing over one single element of you but viewing you as whole and complete work of art. Each time I looked at you I could only find one flaw…that you weren’t mine.