Well, like I said, I can't stop thinking about him. There are so many things about him that make us so alike, but I think what I love the most are his little idiocyncracies. The little bits of his character that I could have never wished for, but giggle when I see them. Those little things that perhaps would be described of him by a novelist, if he were a book character. The fact that he carries Listerine Pocket Packs, and he carries his stuff in a briefcase, and he loves Target, and likes to look at houses, and is obsessed with the Beatles, and has rugs that match his bedsheets, and uses a Mac instead of a PC, and rambles when he's nervous, and covers his hands with the ends of his sleeves, and has a record player in his room, and his closet doors are swinging saloon style, and he wears striped socks, and he waits for other people to get their food before he eats, and playing the guitar helps him think.

How can I have not seen this sooner?

Yes, it is a renaissance. There has been a major takeover in my heart. And it all started with a simple email . . .

I won't tell you the entire story, it's too long and I can't even remember all the details. But essentially, the Claremore Factor became irresistable. There was so much of him, I couldn't deny it. He was making me fall in love with him every time he opened his mouth. Every second I spent with him made it harder and harder to be in love with our Beck Lookalike. Time and emotions invested were the only things keeping me back. Finally, I knew that the old love meant nothing and that the new could be everything.

I told you about the time diallation. But did I tell you about the time, months ago, when everything had been going wrong and I'd gotten hurt and I was crying, and he comforted me completely? No one can do that, no one can just make everything ok with thier words. No one but him. Or did I tell you about the time that I felt that everyone had deserted me, but he was still by my side. Or when he told me, "I just don't want you to go away." Or how the first time I saw his room, my thought was, "I didn't know there was someone else this much like me."

I was thinking that constantly. Everytime we'd talk, I'd learn something new about him that I completely could relate to. I started to be able to tell what he was thinking, to understand him. It scared me, at first, how well we seemed to fit. That was a while ago, when I was scared. I ran from it then. But now, I am so happy.

And he feels the same. This is perhaps the most amazing part. He feels the same. He said he'd been praying for God to send someone who could understand; me. He said, "I never thought I would find anyone like you." I mean as much to him as he does to me. I am his prayer. I am so happy that I can make him this happy. I have always prayed for someone like him, he's prayed for someone like me. This is amazing. This is perfect.

"Find yourself someone who sees you like the way you do now baby, yeah." -Twothirtyeight

Not here, but here.