Could it be.. Love?

And so, it found me. The giggly, happy, butterflies. The tug on the old heartstrings that tells me this could be something. And yet it's too soon to really call it much of anything. A few weeks of rekindling an old friendship, a bit of flirting, and suddenly the floodgates of how he really felt, and how I used to dream comes flying open.

And the talks. Fuck. The talks. He's fucking perfect for me. Seriously. We handle laundry and dishes the same way. I mean, the big stuff is there too, the ideas about relationships, future, timing.. We want the same things. We value the same things, honesty, trust, equality and validation in hearing each other out. The feeling of knowing you're being heard, cause your partner prioritizes understanding you, over responding.

But it's the little things that gets me all warm and fuzzy. Like how naturally our conversation flows. How he has no problem saying what he feels or me saying what I feel, no fear, no pulling away. Like how he gets and enjoys my stupid jokes. Like how he's the funniest, cutest and most perverted person all rolled up into one. The switch from fucking adorable to epically dirty is almost elegant, when he does it, and it makes me smile every time.

I love how he's mindful of me, and respects me. I love how he's mesmerized when I tell him about something I'm passionate about, and how deeply detailed he gets when I ask him deep questions. I'm insanely in love with how easily we seem to compromise. Like it's just a little puzzle to solve, and we're both intent on doing so. It makes it feel like we're in it together, rather than two sides wanting it our way. We're similar, when it comes to reflection and choosing to and from in life. Quality over quantity, and acceptance when there's no more positive to find, that it's time to let go.

We've decided we're totally gonna get married. We'll have matching joggingsuits that says "my king" and "my queen", have two cats and seven dogs, all of which are named ridiculously adorably. So far we've named 6 of the dogs. Honeybunny, Pancake, Buttercup, Pookie, Sweetums and Nugget. Primarily, they'll be corgis and samoyeds. We even prefer the same pizza. Pineapple and all. I'll fall asleep on him while he reads to me, and he'll whisper sweet things in my hair. Like "I took out the trash."

I really, really, really like this one. And I'm quite annoyed about the distance. But God fucking dammit. This could really be something, and we both know it. And I have not smiled this much about a guy in years. We both missed dinner and our bedtime by hours, just talking, tonight. Cute, funny, joking stuff as well as heavy, emotional stuff. He's afraid I'll judge him, but every time he just openly tells me about something, I only like him that much more.

I want this one. I think it could be pretty big.