My sleepless mind defaults on you.

I wish I had something tangible to represent the way that your very presence wraps itself around me to the core, but tonight, you are still to remain finite and two-dimensional with my fragmented sentences. No photograph or paragraph could accurately depict the delicate balance of reverence and curiosity I hold for you. Realistically, this is the only the beginning. Realistically, the entirety of this paragraph is based solely on potential rather than proof. But realistically, I have hope unyielding in the caverns of my mind and my heart for you.

Maybe I appear to be jumping forward with excessive enthusiasm, so let me take a step away from this warm and cozy situation to present the facts. I know general details of you, but not the things that matter: I know the places that you lived as a child, but I do not know how they shaped you as a person. I know that you have been frustrated before, but I do not know how frustration makes you carry yourself. I know where you went to college, but I do not know anything about the friends you made or the experiences you had. I know what your bedroom looks like, but I do not know if you sleep on your stomach or your side.

I suppose that in summation I feel the need to clarify myself. I am not so wrapped up in an image of you that I cannot accept anything less than who I think you are. You are going to have faults, tons of them, just like me, and I am going to have to accept them. I am going to be surprised by all of the facets of your personality for a long time yet before I can say that I know you, so for now I have decided that you have a kind heart worth filling and a wonderful mind worth understanding. I do not know you as I hope to know you someday, but I am more than willing to stick around long enough to learn as much or as little as you'd like.

Truly, at this moment in time, a moment far too late for my mind still to be conscious, I have taken a simple issue and complicated it: you make me happy, and I hope that, even after we burn away the initial stage of batting eyelashes and butterfly kisses, we connect. Really, I just hope that we can find something that fits.