Read this on my friend's blog. (It reminds me of too many things.)

"When you meet someone whether it be at a party or online or at a library while both reaching for the same book, you get these feelings. You wonder. You are curious. Anything is possible. And you can’t wait to find out what’s next. As you get to know someone more and more, you fall deeper. Not just for them but for everything they are about. Everything that they stand for. Everyone in their life. Everything that touches their heart now touches yours. Their culture. Their religion. Their family and friends. You now have become part of their lives like they have become part of yours.

You have your own views of course but you are willing to listen to theirs. Every tear that they shed is followed by a tear of your own. “I can feel your pain” is no longer a lyric from a Manchester Orchestra song but now it is reality. You spend so much time wondering how they are, what they’re doing, what they’re thinking, what is running through their mind.

You meet up and hang out. Them, not knowing how much you’ve prepared for that moment of just seeing them. Not knowing that your heart is racing at a million miles per hour. Because you are playing it off. You barely look at them, but not because you don’t want to but because you are afraid your heart and eyes might explode by being overwhelmed at such a sight.It’s not that I don’t want it to work, believe me I do.

But I don’t love 90% or 99% I love a million percent. I go all out. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve for you, I wear my fucking soul and mind on there too. Like a charmbraclet on my wrist. The heart charm is my heart. The book charm is my mind. The flower is my soul and they are all yours for the taking.

But what happens now? What happens next? I sit in my room and each line of every book I can relate to you and me and us and the color of your eyes. Every song I hear, I can sing along and apply the lyrics to you. Every food reminds me of you. Every sight, every fragrance, every voice, every noise, every feeling. And now, what has become of me? How can I focus on what is important? How can I get anything done?

I am afraid. I don’t think it is fear of love, I love everything and everyone. I am not afraid of making love. I am afraid of being in love.

And I don’t know who will help me get over this. I don’t know if I ever will get over this. I don’t know if I’ll ever fall in love again but I do know that he/she needs to be patient. I can be difficult. Oh, believe me I can be difficult. But my intentions are pure. And I don’t want a lover, I want a friend. I don’t want to be kissed, I want to be held. I don’t want to be figured out or understood, just comforted when I can’t figure myself out."

Do you feel the same as me?