This man. The feels. The smell. The mother fucking sensations. Oh God, it’s like he is from another world. The same other world I’m from. He doesn’t get it though. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same, maybe he doesn’t let it in, maybe he can’t. I don’t know and the reason doesn’t matter if the result is the same. But I love him. I love him. And there’s nothing I can do about it, except wait and see how it all plays out.