At the beginning, when I first ran into him, I'd thought, 'Oh no, not another one of those crazy lads.' And he had seemed crazy, to me. He was dressed as a monk, had called this big bulky box a 'mobile phone', and claimed he had been in a different time zone then showed up a few minutes later.
So, would you blame me for thinking he was bloody crazy?
But then I met him, talked to him, he saved my life and I saved his, I found a connection. I can't explain it, even now, but there was just something about him. 'Bout how he protected me, his personality, his hair, that stupid old bowtie...it was just familiar. And that's when I realized that maybe I did know him.
Be it in another life, or something.
But he wasn't like all of those other guys I dated, no, he was much different.
He cared, and I wasn't used to it, but it felt like home.
He felt like home.
He was crazy. He still is.
But he's crazy in all the right ways.