Here is something I'm struggling to understand, and I suppose due to me being my over-confident and attention seeking self, my not being able to get my head around it is quite inevitable. I've never been able to see shyness as 'sweet' or a good quality, I've always seen it as a hard nut to crack, a bloody mission, if you will. I think that's why really timid people find it hard to adjust to my ridiculously exuberant personality. So here's some advice about me, be shy by all means, but if you are part of my life, expect to have the shyness beaten out of you. If you don't like this, frankly, we won't get on.
Here's the irony though, after saying all this, really, I'm possibly one of the shyest people you'll meet. I just do a good job of covering it up.
I like this:
"Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it."