I remember the first time I met you—it was at an event just before I started university. You introduced yourself to me in the reserved and polite way that you do, espousing that little bit of bubbliness which many people notice and, I’m sure, admire about you. It wasn’t until a few months later that I saw you next, but you forgot that we met. And I’m certain it happened a third time too! I found it really funny but you seemed to look a little distressed about it at the time, but I’m just glad we can laugh about it now.
Like honey that’s been left on the windowsill in the morning, you glow softly in the sunlight, slowly warming up to people as the day goes on. I’m amazed at how well you’re able to introduce yourself to people with such ease. I also really value how hard-working you are and your insight on different matters. It’s nice having someone like you to do life with—I’d describe it as, having a side of honey with my daily bread! Perhaps this isn’t the best analogy I’ve come up with, but I hope it makes sense.
I haven’t seen you in a while, and I’m still waiting for the day we to paint with gouache paints or watercolours! I’m hoping we can do that soon.
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