I’m so in love with his mind. The first thing that made me stop and pay attention was how he chose his words. That while he was in a field I normally avoid I like this writing style. I can listen to his stories for hours on end. The first time we stayed up late. I couldn’t get enough of you. I can’t get enough of you. I want to know everything about you. I want all of your words.
I want them passionately describing your work and research. I want them softly recalling good times with friends. I want them in a different cadence when you’re quoting your favorite tv shows. I want them quietly whispering secrets and confessions. I want them steady and strong when you’re making sure I know you’re being completely serious. I want them fighting through laughter in response to something I said.
I love flirting with you. The inside jokes. The fact that we already know each other so well.
I have loved everything how you come in and take care of things in the house because I live with the laziest people in the world, how we plan meals together and work in the kitchen as a team. How you were excited to go to a Lesbian Haunted House with me. How you want to meet my friends and family so you know exactly what I am talking about.
These little things are stringing together a person I am so very glad to be getting to know.