MISHA COLLINS ✨ Okay, there’s a story to this one so buckle up. I helped a friend with GISH waaay back in 2013. It ended up being for an item that Misha was present for. He was happy to take photos with anyone who asked, so I found the courage to go up to him. Someone took the photo, and handed my phone back to me. But it was blurry. And I was disappointed. AND HE NOTICED. So he told me to come find him again later, and we’ll do a re-do. When I found him again, he remembered me. I managed to get the right words out to tell him I was back for another photo because the first one didn't turn out. He smiled all big, and said “Yes of course!” and PULLED ME INTO HIS CHEST. All I remember from that photo being taken was “Wow he smells good” and how teeny tiny his waist was. FLASH FORWARD 5 YEARS It’s time for my photo op with him. I give my phone to the handlers, and tell them I want to recreate that pose. She shows him, and according to my friend, looked “fond and reminiscent.” I walk up to him. “Would it be okay if you wore these sunglasses too? Please?” “Sure.” He puts them on, grabs my wrist in such a firm grasp and, once again, PULLS ME INTO HIS CHEST. The camera clicks, he pulls off the sunglasses to hand them back, and smiled really small and cute. I tell him “Thanks, I love you so much” and walk away. When I went to get the photo signed, he looked up at me and smiled that lil smile again. I thanked him, and told him how much I loved him. He drew a little heart, and I almost cried.