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You don’t know why you fell in love with him. You just..did.
And you don’t know what happened, you were just talking to him one day and you noticed loved him. You were in love with him.
It was the same dark green text, the same ridiculous, looping sentences and declarations of adventure. It was the same Jake, but, something was different. The green words in front of you felt warm, leaden with something that made you feel…happy? Connected?
Something like that.
He made you feel less alone, and understood, even if it was just the littlest bit. You began to crave his attentions.
You wanted to give him things, you wanted him to be less alone too, so you built him you. Or rather a version of you. Brobot. And you sent him over piece by piece, soldering your devotion into every tiny switch while wishing you could send yourself instead. And then you laughed from the other side of 40 years as Jake told you about everytime he lost miserably to your ‘confounded tin can.’
You wished you could touch him a thousand times, and then a thousand times more.
You met him in your dreams (when you did sleep) but dream-Jake was insubstantial, pale and weak, and everything Jake wasn’t. Waking hours made you feel hollow, like your heart had been scooped out, so you slept less and less. But even dream-Jake was better than no Jake.
And when you met him.
When you finally, finally met him.
When he stood in front of you, unbelievably visceral, all tanned skin and dark hair, eyes more vibrant and alive than anything you had ever seen, and they were so green, so impossibly green.
He was beautiful. More than beautiful. He was a blazing meteor, hard to look at and even harder to look away from.
You fell harder than you thought was possible, harder than you could even begin comprehend and you tried, you tried so hard to reign it in, to control this feeling but it flooded you, filling you, grounding out everything and anything else. Your world shrunk to the circumference of Jake and the beat of his heart. To the breath he took.
You were in love with Jake English and that was the only definitive truth in your whole goddamn universe. You knew it like you knew Πr² was the area of a circle and H²O was the formula for water.
You wanted to do so many thing with him. You wanted to hold his hand and put yellow flowers in his hair. You wanted to follow as he lead you down a jungle path and watch as he shot predators out the sky. You wanted to see how he looked in your t-shirt the morning after and hold him as he slept. You wanted to kiss the tiny scar above his eyebrow and listen to him talk for hours and hours and hours under the stars.
And when he first shook your hand, smiling this wide smile, all crooked-teeth and boyish charm, you knew he could love you too. He could.
He did. In the end he did love you. He does love you.
He tell you every morning when you wake up and he kisses you hello. He tells you over shitty coffee and during even shittier movies. He tell you when you are running for you lives and when you are laying under clear, sunlight sky.
You love Jake English.
And he loves you too.