June 3, 2002
He just said I was pretty! He didn't use words, but I could tell by the way he leaned in close to talk to me. By the way his hand lingered on my arm, his finger strong and warm... And the soft, almost dreamy smile that his lips formed when he playfully ruffled my hair and the slight huskiness that colored his voice when he told me I was silly. There is no doubt about it; with every sweet motion of his body, he was telling me he thought I was pretty.
And I thanked him. But not with words.