Why am I so infatuated by you, you wonder? What is it exactly about you that has so effortlessly put a hold on my heart? You have charmed me somehow, without even realizing it.
Your smile is so warm and welcoming; your eyes are a comfort.
For some reason, you can always make me laugh. Your wit is predicable but I still love it.
Perhaps the best part about you is you remind me of home. You are as laid back and easy as a Sunday morning, and I admire that.
You are so easy to talk to. I find myself wanting to tell you everything, and you always have something to say.
Physically, we are very compatible as we have proven on multiple occasions.
You bring out some great writing. One day, I might let you read my pieces about you.
You are comfortable, comfortable to be with both physically and emotionally. For example, you are the most comfortable person I have shared a bed with. I usually can’t stand to spoon or cuddle for very long, but when I’m with you I wake up in your arms and I love it.
You are smart. You have a huge amount of common sense, which means a lot to me in a guy. It’s very hard to find someone, especially at UVA, with the ability to fix something and drive well. You are the last of a dying breed.
My parents would love you. Just saying. You and my dad would hit it off perfectly, minus your truck, the two of you are strikingly similar.
You genuinely like and appreciate my cooking.
Those are just the things that come to me off the top of my head. I’m sure there are many more reasons that explain why you’ve got this strange hold on me. Despite all the drama, and misunderstandings, and complications we have put ourselves through I still find myself compelled, or drawn rather, to you and it sucks because you don’t want me in the way that I want you.
That’s the worst part about all of this. You want someone like me, but somehow, the bridge has been burned and that makes me miserable.
And what’s worse is that you wanted me at one point. Remember back in the beginning, after our second date? You would tell me that you couldn’t wait for me to get back into town. That week was the longest week of my life, just impatiently waiting to kiss you again.
Knowing that you exist is torture to me. Can’t you see this?