Last night in the movie theaters I went and I met you for the first time. I remember it so clearly and I want to relive it again sometime. I was sitting down and you were walking towards me, and from the very beautiful locks of hair in your face I was confused, and asked myself if it was really you. Never had I seen such a beautiful walk, none like in the fashion runways of Los Angeles none like it, you walk was simple, gentle, it was almost like walking on clouds. I want to know your secret how do you encompass such amazing glances, I can only stare and hope that they’re for me. I walk towards you and I feel a sudden rush of thousands of millions of butterflies gushing with a warm with inside of me, thinking this is it.