I’m sitting here snooping through my friend’s Spotify accounts tonight, and I come across this song title, “The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows” by Brand New. Now, as far as the song goes, I’m not really that big of a fan.Despite this… I listen to the song, and I zone out.

I zone out because that song title really has me thinking. I don’t know what the song lyrics pertain to, or what the title is about, but for me, the title just made me instantly think about this girl. How she sometimes makes me feel like she knows these things about me that no one really knows. She gets me. She knows how to make me smile. She knows how to make me laugh. She genuinely makes me happy. And the reason she has me in such awe, is because it isn’t the same old thing. It’s not the typical, run of the mill, cookie cutter, dating scenario.

It’s more like…. To me, at least… It’s more like a friggin’ movie. It’s like I’m in some fairy tale. The way we met, the way our relationship has developed… It’s been ridiculously cute, and sweet, and natural. I haven’t had to force myself to be something I’m not. We’ve been pretty up front with each other with a lot of things. She’s shared some big things with me, and I’ve done the same thing. I think that the fact we have a foundation that has been based on so much honesty is a really good thing.

We think alike. We have the same tastes in music, beer, wine, movies… the list goes on. We have the same beliefs and a lot of the same fundamentals. She’s sweet, attractive, driven, and talented. She draws… We won’t talk about the fact that she has yet to draw anything for me, but she does draw. She’s so focused, and she has faith in me and my potential. A support system. One of those things that is ridiculously important in a relationship. Believing in each other is what keeps you going when the rest of the world quits on you.

How to deal with me when I’m in a grumpy mood. How to make me smile when I’ve had a bad day. What to say to make me feel important, special. These are all the quiet things that no one ever knows… yet somehow, she does. Now you tell me. What’s that mean?

Both literally and figuratively. Now, it’s not like I dreamt up this perfect woman, and all of a sudden she appeared one day. But in the past couple of weeks, I’ve had three dreams that had her in them. And each one was progressively more intense, and a bit more physical, than the previous. Obviously, this is the literal part. Going to sleep, I can attest that she’s the last thing on my mind before my mind fades into the clouds, and definitely the first thing on my mind when I wake in the morning, regardless of whether or not I dreamed about her. So the fact that my dreams of her have been increasing, doesn’t surprise me.

Now, what does surprise me, is that when I met her, I don’t think that I could’ve ever guessed that she would turn out to be such a perfect fit for me. I wouldn’t have looked at her and said to anybody “Hey, that chick right there. Yah, she’s the girl of my dreams.” Why? Well… for one, she is absolutely beautiful. I mean, the type of beautiful that you can only assume comes along with a big head, snobby attitude, and higher expectations than I could ever hope to fulfill. Second, every time we seemed to talk about getting together outside of work, it just didn’t work out. One of us would already have plans, or would be on a different side of town. Throw in the fact that we worked together, and there was little expectation that whatever platonic chemistry we may have had during those conversations was ever going to pan out to be anything worth persuing.

Fast forward a couple of months later, and I find myself suddenly involved in a relationship with her, in which I’m constantly having to pinch myself to figure out if it’s real, or just one of those dreams. She’s made it the norm to catch me off guard, consistently putting a huge smile on my face for one of a thousand reasons. It’s like she has an arsenal locked and loaded, and its aimed directly at me. Not only is she gorgeous. But she’s intelligent, she’s funny, she’s open minded, she’s… just everything I could have wanted in a woman. A woman with goals, dreams, and aspirations. A woman with history. One who has lived, and learned. There’s things she can teach me, there’s things I can teach her, and there’s things we can learn together. She has a passion for travelling that’s as strong as mine. She has a creative mind that challenges me and keeps me on my toes. She’s more observant than anyone I’ve ever met, so very little gets passed her. All of these things are great, but they aren’t even the core of what makes her such a perfect fit. The way she looks at me, the way she curls up next to me on the couch, or while we’re laying down. How she runs her fingers over my skin, or the way she sweet talks me. Her playfulness, her taste in music, her love of art… all of these things are just a few of the reasons why she’s the girl of my dreams. The girl on my mind. The girl who I don’t ever want to let go.

Why I sing to myself in the car. Why I dance around my living room. Why I bounce my head ridiculously at work. Why I laugh (apparently loudly) at work.

It’s crazy. You’ve come into my life. Caught me off guard, and made me realize that there really are people out there who have the same capacity for caring that I do. You’ve reminded me why I love… well, me. Why I’m so happy with myself. You always point out these things about me that I may know, or may have an idea of, but aren’t even apparent until they come out of your mouth. And then you show me why you’re so in love with yourself. Your confidence. Your intelligence. It all comes out and makes you the most attractive woman that I’ve ever met. I’m so genuinely intrigued by you, that I feel like a sleuth myself. Trying to learn more, connect the dots, make whatever sense out of you that I can. And it’s a wonderful experience.

You make me happy. That smile on your face makes me happy. That sound you make, literally melts me… every single time I hear it escape your lips. Those beautiful, slim, soft lips. And god, your eyes are amazing. I can’t help but just stare and take you all in whenever you’re near; I just want to reach out and touch you. I want to kiss your lips. I want to put my arm around your waist, pull you close, and let you lay your head on my shoulder, breathing slowly against my neck. Just thinking about it gives me chills.

It’s what you do to me. It’s how you make me feel. It’s what you mean to me. I’m amazed. Surprised. Caught off guard. Happy. I just can’t help but smile.

Although I’m not going to sit here and go into long depth about the past year, I did decide to sit down and read the last 14-15 pages of my blog. After going through it, I’ve realized how much I’ve been through in just the past year. The ups and downs, the interesting things I’ve done, and felt, and read, and wrote about. How much has changed… and how little at the same time.

It’s pretty amazing what can happen in the short span of a year. I’m still pointed forward, thankfully. Although not moving, I think I’m setting myself up to really get things going. Moving back home for a couple of weeks will help me save some, so hopefully I’ll be fully prepared to move back out soon after. The ‘search’ has pretty much ended… I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket… but there is a girl. And she makes me ridiculously happy. I can’t help but smile sitting here just thinking about her, let alone when we’re together. Since New Years, it’s been the most exciting part of my life. And it just keeps going. I can’t wait to see what comes next, and look forward to just getting to know her.

My projects are all on hold, although just reading through my blog tonight sparked a new idea which I think has a lot of potential. Obviously, only time will tell. But I’ve got a good feeling about this year. I brought it in right this year, no fights, no arguing… quite the opposite actually. It was one of my best NYE’s ever. Definitely a great start to what should amount to be a great year.

Here’s to 2012. (And the world ending and all that jazz if that’s what you’re into.)

Either I’m being trolled… Or hell froze and this chick actually digs me. Not that I can’t believe it, but she’s beautiful.