Where have you been...

I was born in the arms of imaginary friends. 

I knew there was something about you that made me attracted, it was nothing physical or sexual at first. My instincts told me that you might have something to do with me in less than six degrees separation. Turns out that, we went to the same high school and you're a long-time friend of my brother but neither of us had noticed each other's existence all the while. I was a loner dork in high school anyway, never really keen on expanding my real-life social network. I didn't care how carefully handsome you are.

Then you came into my life some two, three weeks ago. BAM! I felt my universe turn into a spiral of collided stars that lingers in my head when I'm under the influence. Suddenly things makes sense because you're a walking Wikipedia, always a finger tip away and have so much definitions of words I never knew existed. I ask too many questions, I think. Why aren't you annoyed yet by the way?

I suppose this is the best time for me to say 'Where have you been all my life'?. I am simply amazed by the fact that we have been around each other for so many years, somewhere in the same circle and yet I just met a new person some two, three weeks ago. I am also redefined, I guess, because there is a new definition that is not within me but is already creeping in to be a lasting part of me even though I would like to still have confidence in defining myself independently. Somehow you understand how much I don't need you.

It all started with a simple Hello, never did I expected it to have an effect as refreshing as Hello World. I thought there will never be a chance for me to become a 'new me' again because the world is getting smaller and I'm not getting taller. Things were just great, until you came. Et viola, it became greater.

First you were in my head, now you are in my bed. How deeply personal this can be?