I am not by any means a rash person. I don’t jump. I’m not brave, or spontaneous. 

Nearly a month and a half ago, that changed. This boy found me. I don’t know how, but I’m so incredibly lucky that he did. We’ve spoken every day for nearly a month now. Every single day, many hours a day.

And I wish I were joking about this, because it would make me far less pathetic, but he truly amazes me every. single. day.

I love how he doesn’t go ten minutes without telling me how beautiful I am (he’s full of bologna). I love that he plans for us to go to an Ivy league school together. I love how he loves his family. I love him for working so hard for all he has accomplished. I love how he is totally gorgeous, but refuses to admit it. I love that he’s completely true to his character. I love how he makes me laugh, really laugh. I love how we’re both perverts, but not in a gross way. I love how we have the same favorite candy. I love the way he takes off his glasses when he’s laughing or crying, and balances them on the side of his hand. I love the way that we are constantly pranking each other, or rickrollling the other person. I love how his nose crinkles up when he picks up a book, and immediately begins soaking up the words on the pages. I love how he loves school. I love how he always looks at me like he looked at me for the first time. I love how just thinking of him shoots electricity through every nerve in my body. I love that we’re both complete and total nerds. I love that I was completely myself from the first moment we began talking. I love the noises he makes when he stretches. I love knowing that we would die for each other, even though we’ve barely started to fall for one another. I love that he could score 100 percent on the math portion of an ACT aptitude test, and still be modest about his scores. I love that both our crazy minds go quiet when we hear each others voices. I love how I ache to hold him. I love the angry faces he makes when the technology around him fails. I love the fact that he stays up until 4 in the morning to talk to me, even if he’s waking up at 6 the next day. I love that I am constantly craving the sound of his voice. I love that I’ve experienced, for the first time, the feeling that someone has walked into my life and will not leave, for a very very very long time. It will take a team of horses to pull me away from him at this point- and I love knowing this to be true.

I hate the 1,572.43 miles inbetween his hands and mine.  

How did this happen? I have no idea, but I’m thrilled. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. 

It definitely wasn’t coincidence that I met this man.