I'm in love with something and you look just like it.

I'm in love. The kind of love you fall into quickly... too quickly it seems. You hold yourself back as you're afraid. Always afraid.
Afterall, you could almost be strangers... but you both know you couldn't possibly be. You must have known eachother before you met. Old lovers connected again.

It feels right. Whatever 'right' is. I love him, and the most comforting thing is, that for the first time in my whole life, I'm certain he loves me too. Equally. Correctly.
He loves me. Me. All of me.