I think I’m in love with you again. Not in a “caring, I respect you, I appreciate the fact that you’re kind” sort of way. The kind where I don’t think any other person as good and perfect as you exists. I want to forget what I’m doing and where I am and just be together. I am so ridiculously, embarrassingly happy and content with my life when I think about you. And the most confusing part is that in some unbelievable way, you feel the same way about me.