I remember how he smiled at me the for the first time
The moment I picked up o the deep richness of his voice, how it made my stomach float, how his gaze made me melt, how his closeness made me delightfully trapped.
I remember the smell of paint and Abby's cautiousness seeping out from the other end of the of the basement as she watched you fumble with words, your brown face heated into an underlying red. How anxiety filled you up with so much suffocation but you still couldn't wish to be any where else but with him. He resembled his father so much.
We talked probably for like five minutes only.
But you remember it. That... First time.
And now you have saved all the rest for him.