“She walked with such grace—never brushing shoulders with anyone or awkwardly squeezing herself through. The world seemed to fall in line with her, and though she was most certainly aware of the power she held, she never became greedy with it. She didn't fade into the background, like I did, but she never demanded to be admired either. That, more than anything, made her impossible to ignore. I'd always thought she was attractive, but now I knew it was more than that, I worshipped her.” LovePhilosophyRomanceRelationshipEmotional Author:Sasha Harding