When I look at you, you remind me of someone, but I can't place who it could be? I have this feeling of knowing you before, as though you were someone else from a different time. There is just some kind of haunting familiarity in the shape of your face, and your eyes, and your nose, and your smile. I think perhaps we have done this before - it feels too easy for us not to have already done this, somehow. When I look at you I see a second fuzzy version of you in the back of my mind that's just out of focus. I have known you already. I'm sure of it.
Each day I discover new dimensions of you. I soak up your kindness, your attentiveness, your sincerity. Your energy has made me feel good every single day for weeks. Really good. You have lifted me out of the blackest depths of despair, and changed my perception of what was possible for me. These dimensions of you in words, and your knee-weakening voice, and your face looking towards me just on the other side. Soon I will touch you and get lost in your sweet eyes, seeing everything that we've talked about reflected back at me through them. I cannot wait...