kismet.
i am all sorts of wrapped up in you. for once you aren't a creep. you aren't a jerk. you have your shit together. you are legitimate. you are tangible and you stand in front of me just as you are. more honest than a child. i don't mean to put you to such a standard it's just that you are. you blow my mind. i'm afraid to let you leave because as i've told you before- i want to hold onto you like a child holds onto pennies and secrets. a rare devotion that exists only during certain times in our lives. this is too much for the two weeks i have known you but it's all there. otherwise i wouldn't bother putting these things down into definite existing words.