While I'm writing this I am a little shy, especially because you've just told me that you're literally looking at this page at this second. Golly. Talk about pressure! You've made me shy in general, though. Which could never be a bad thing. Never have I experienced such a fluster, in which you haven't even intended on causing. You're flustered yourself. It's inspiring. A deep curiosity has found itself in me and it wears your name with a pride I am often hesitant to face. Yet, when I look at you it makes me brave for that moment. I am happy to be embarrassed if it's for the sake of you.
I could go on, I'm sure you've learned that I tend to. I hope you can forgive my longwindedness. I am just so, so thankful for the opportunity to not only be curious but to be your curiosity. To learn with you.