Almost.

I fall asleep next to him so easily. That's never happened before. With anyone.

There's something about him, a kind of trait that is just beyond my ability to grasp long enough to describe what it actually is. It feels uncomfortably familiar. The way he remembers everything I say. How he has an inexhaustible reserve of patience for my incessant ramblings and vainglorious self revelations. And, when I think I've provided him enough reasons to utterly despise me, he still calls again. He thwarts my unconscious attempts to destroy our anti-relationship. He responds to my ridiculousness exactly how he isn't supposed to. This is when I realize what it's like to be falling in sort-of-love with someone too good for me.

And the thing is, all I want to do on a rainy Wednesday after a long day of work is lay next to him on a couch and watch weird documentaries.