You and I are different in complementary ways. You’re calm and quite and I can be a little boisterous and loud. You like routines and I like being spontaneous. You play it safe and I take risks. But at our core, we want the same things. We feel big and love hard. I’m just more readily vulnerable with it than you are. We have chemistry. We do. You think it’s impossible for anyone to really know you but I know you. I may not know what you’re likely to order from a menu or what movie makes you cry or at least want to cry. I don’t know what triggers you and what scares you. But I do understand you on a level I can’t even explain. And you think that’s not possible. You think that’s a skill only you have. Reading people. Getting them while they never get you. I didn’t make this up in my head. I didn’t make you up. I understand you. Even your dark side. I see it and I love you regardless. With nothing in return, no expectations. In all of my daydreams of you it was never what I could get from you or how you made me feel. It was always what I could do for you to make your life better. A longing to care for you and be there for you to support whatever you do because you’re smart and capable and deserve to live your life the way you choose. You’re a special person and deep down you know you are. You know you’re different but you doubt it and would deny it if ever confronted with it. But I see you as something wonderful and spectacular, flawed as you are. You’re still brilliant. I don’t long for you like I used to. I no longer daydream about you all the time. I don’t feel that urgency anymore. It’s a calm, mellow, I’ll love you forever but I’m glad you’re happy kind of feeling.