His head was filled of images of her, trying to occupy as many as he could. All of him was contained with awe - as if there was nothing in the world was moving, only her.... He held his hand close to his heart and he could feel it beating strongly against his chest. He never fully understood what was behind the feeling and why was he like that, but he was sure of one thing: he felt something for her. He admired her. He wanted to know her. To him, it was just her.