There's just something about
him. I can't place it, can't name it, can't even
begin to fathom it...
It's like I'm drawn to him.
He's like a person I knew in a past life—an old friend,
perhaps.
It's kind of like we were supposed to
be something, but it never happened, like the plans
got lost in translation.
When I look at him, I see
myself.