Familiarity strikes when I first saw you. The moment our eyes met, that moment when you sat beside me, I didn't know what my impression was. Clearly, you didn't make a good one. Your voice sounded judging, condescending - and I was then - and still am - a soul who takes each negative conclusion offensively. We didn't have a good start.

But time flew and right now, I know it's just not making sense. I have grown accustomed, perhaps; or I am just probably going crazy by the minute. I've started to enjoy your presence. I've started to cherish your company. How I feel so safe and secure with you around comforts me to no end. It was amazing, considering that I have long doubted male species.

You have granted me a favor by convincing me that I can still feel. Because of you, I have barged in through that what-I-thought-was-indestructible wall that separates me from the idea of good relationships with strangers. You have proven me wrong of the first impressions and had given me a good reason to start believing otherwise.

From your lips escape words that cradles me to the lucidity of my dreams. The way your touch feels so warmth against my skin rewards me with that longing of feeling that sensation again. With your presence, I glide with ease above the thousand needles that could have pricked my needles if I trudged. How you make me feel important, trusted and valued implores me to settle in a throne built by you alone - with much gratitude.

It's amazing how we started on the wrong foot yet here I am, finding the best part of the situation.

I hope this goes well.