unfinished snippets

show me somehow this is real

I don't understand how someone like you is real. You're like the guy I've been waiting for all this time, the guy that I always wanted, but never knew I deserved. I think maybe God sent you my way when he knew I'd recognize you as not a short term kind of thing.
Is it weird I feel like I've known you for years? Talking to you... is so easy. When I have a hard day, oddly enough, you're the one I want to talk to about it. I want to tell you about the ups and the downs, the laughing, the crying. I know you'll have something funny to say about it.
We can talk for hours without getting bored. We can sit in almost complete silence together, except for the tapping of your keyboard and the scratch of my pencil. We're comfortable just being there for each other.
We were nervous at first. You stumbled over your words, and I fidgeted with my hands. But eventually we got over it. Now we just... talk. About anything and everything. I read you something funny I found, and you laugh with that adorable chuckle you have. You say something suggestive in a deep voice and I break out into laughter.
This is our dynamic.
It's so funny, I never thought you and I would be similar in any way. You surprised me. You aren't a goody goody, or a cushy rich kid. You're just... you. Independent. Badass. Smart as hell. But nervous. Insecure. Unsure.
I think I fill in some of those blanks for you. I'm confident to the point it gets annoying, my nervousness is nothing like it used to be, and I've never been more sure of anything in my life than the fact that I want you. I want you, and your clumsy words, you and your dark cynical humor that compliments my own so well... I want... you.
Trouble is, that I don't know if you want me. I get mixed signals a lot from you. I don't really know what to do... do I flirt? Or do I just be content being your friend and wait to see if it happens on its own? Probably should do the second. I always end up rushing these things, always being the one to fess up first, and it never goes well.