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"She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her."
David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
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I remember that day and I always will. Who in the vast world would forget those astonishing green eyes, the type that hide an intriguing look inside them?3
That day I saw her walking next to the Thames, her radiant hair shining in the sun, forming elegant gold curls that danced gracefully with the wind. Her pale skin was perfect in contrast with her light pink lips, a face that would surely charm any man that had the luck to see her. Her figure was exquisite and elegant and her moves were soft and calculating, revealing the divine grace of a lady of her status.4
I watched her every time she passed by, unable to say a single word. I dressed with my best clothes trying to look decent enough for her; but all of that was just a shameful waste when I missed my goal day after day.5
Why was she so unique? That is a question I still try to answer. For me she was the greatest creature on Earth, like an angel that fell from the skies just to meet me. But why? Was she just a superficial love that will soon be gone with the wind? I couldn't tell. She was the only dream I had every night, the only reason for breathing this wet air. She was my angel, my love, my distant desire...6
I was just a miserable soul compared to her. Her father was a proctor, in charge of the court's affairs. He was a respectable man (even if some people say he was prone to alcoholism) and one of a kind. I used to work for him, which is the reason why I always saw her.7
The day that changed my life happened one October morning, as we were surprised by an inopportune rain (as many here in London). She was so graceful walking with her beautiful white dress, trying to cover herself from the rain with an umbrella that matched her clothes. She looked worried, trying to reach some place to shield herself from the downpour. She was carrying some parcels for her father, trying to protect them from the rain. I felt a chilling sensation crossing my body, feeling so sorry for that angelic creature. I walked to her with a smile, trying to show my best manners as I offered her my help, which she agreed with infinite gratitude. I took the parcels and offered my arm to her, which she gladly took.8
She remembered me, I believe, from the times when she came to see her father, and seeing a familiar face seemed to make her relax a little. I smiled at her as she looked into my eyes. 9
"So... you are Mr. Conan, am I right?" she asked me with a sweet and soft voice, calm and cheerful at the same time. I was shocked; first because I was finally talking with her, and second, because it was a little hard for me to keep a proper conversation with a lady. She looked at me waiting for a response. I got caught in her amazing eyes, which manifested some maturity and wisdom in them, nothing I had ever seen before.10
"Yes I am, Miss Wickfield," I answered with a small smile, trying to sound proper enough. She smiled back.11
"I had seen you with my father a lot of times. He talks a lot about you, Mr. Conan. Now I see why," she told me with a small laugh, which enchanted me immediately. It sounded like heaven's bells, like some divine secret hid from human kind and now being delivered to me. I must had blushed, because she looked away and laughed again. She was so alluring and delightful, a perfect wonder for me. Her smile was shy when she looked back at me. 12
"A pleasure. I believe we have never talked before, have we?" she asked me looking to the floor, blushing as well for my surprise.13
"I am afraid we have not, Miss Wickfield; it is a pleasure as well," as well, wanting to kiss her hand but being impossible because of the parcels I was carrying and the constant rain over us. She smiled gently. 14
We walked in silence the rest of the way. Suddenly, she stopped; I waited for her wondering what was she up to. She looked back at me with a shy smile, brushing her hair with one hand. We looked each other for several minutes, then she looked away. "So... thank you, Mr. Conan. We have arrived," she told me after several minutes. I looked around, noticing where we were, feeling embarrassed. I gave a short reverence to her (she laughed at me gracefully, telling me that was not necessary at all and a little bit odd) and I walked back home, hoping to see her again soon. I wondered if she wished the same...
My memories were lost in the infinite, enchanted by that beautiful lady, trying to find a reason of our meeting next to the Thames river...15
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Adding your comment:
It was sweet and awkward just like love is. 
Flawed characters rock. Thirdly, there is a large number of places this could go, so you have a lot to work with.
so I'll see!
This truly was a great read and I really look forward to reading on to this beautiful budding romance story that you have started here. 
