I think I could be, maybe, the tiniest bit completely head-over-heels in love with someone. This someone isn't supposed to exist because I never knew that he could. We think alike, and I have such weird brain synapses. It's not linear, it's hard to follow... but it works for me, and it seems like it works for him. And he gets me. He gets my rude sense of humor and my passion for literature and politics. He doesn't just accept it - it seems like, it feels like, he appreciates it.
He appreciates me, and I feel like he was made for me, because I can't imagine anyone who I could appreciate more. I love his taste in music and food and exercise routines and humor and words and books and turns of phrase. I love how his eyes get big when he's surprised and how he furrows his brow when he isn't sure what I'm talking about, but he's trying to make sense of it. I love how he keeps a straight face when everyone else is laughing, only to make us laugh harder. I love how I can talk to him about nearly anything, and I love that he feels the same way about me.
I love how much I like him.
And I might just possibly have a little bit of my heart in this because I can't believe that he exists, but if he does exist?
Then I might just be in love with him.
