We share a soul but it’s complicated

There are so many synchronicities between you and I. There are some things I know will make you laugh before you even read them and I’m always right. We have similar music tastes, similar backgrounds, similar hearts. It’s complicated because I know I should’ve never noticed anything in common with you. I shouldn’t notice you pulling back. I shouldn’t keep wondering when the next time I’ll get to see or speak to you will be. I shouldn’t have noticed that you constantly push your hair back when you are talking to me. Surely this is in my head. If you noticed me half as much as I notice you then you would’ve made it obvious. You would’ve reached out or found some way to talk to me. You haven’t. I don’t want to paint you as someone who yearns in silence you seem like you have more game than that. Hell you’re not even my type. Yet here I am wondering what you’re up to and thinking about that stupidly handsome face of yours. I keep looking at your Spotify to see what you’re listening to and repeatedly punching the air when I see stuff I listen to. I want to know everything about you but it’s complicated. Stupidly complicated and infuriating because I feel like we share a soul. I feel like I’ve known you before and for that I want to know you more. I want to share music and movies and giggle when we find out we like the same ones. I want you to tell me stories about your family and friends. It’s complicated though so I guess I’ll just settle for making you laugh as often as possible.