Fuck. I’m falling for you. And the trip down is a little scary. My instincts tell me you couldn’t exist, must be a figment, a dream, a fantasy I’ve created. People like you… don’t exist, can’t exist. Now you’re here and I don’t what to make of it. I know it would freak you out a little, if I told you now, too soon, too early. Fuck. I want to tell everyone, then again I’d rather keep it a secret. Just for us. You’re my next great love, we only get so many, and one day you’ll probably break my heart. But it will be so beautiful along the way. There is a part of me that wishes I didn’t already know. That I could try and fight it for a while. But I do know, there is no fighting it, I love you.