I like making lists today:

-appreciates classic literature, including "Wuthering Heights", Shakespeare in general, and Tolkien
-appreciates musical theatre
-sings
-plays an instrument
-watches football
-writes poetry
-is a sensitive soul
-Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I just want someone who could understand, who wouldn't just stare at me while I ranted, telling me to shut up, or at most, listen indulgently and patiently, waiting for me to draw breath so he could steer me away from the topic.

I'm being picky and pathetic and stupid, but I just wish there was someone who I could talk to about anything. Alright, correct that sentence. I just wish I could have someone who shares my interests, and I could spend hours on end discussing my loves with, and loves me. Most people just stare at me like I'm insane, which I am.

Reading a Civil War romance novel you recommend to Kristina, Wuthering Heights, listening to Enya, and thinking about Feanaro REALLY isn't good for your mood when Microsoft Word doesn't work.
God I want to write, but nothing comes out.
So I just copy my favorite writer's words.