There’s something about you and me that feels new but familiar, like a strange deja vu that I have known all along.
The feeling of proximity. Sleeping the afternoon with the sound of your heartbeat. The kisses on my forehead. The tangled limbs. Even that awkward arm when cuddling.
The feeling of similarity. The books we share. The movies we watch. The TV shows we laugh at. The celebrities we bash. The first things that come into our minds. The pop culture lines.
The feeling of hope. The future plans. The mutual goals. The preparation of the unknown. The road paved for two. The crossing of oceans, if it comes to that point.
I could get used to this.