Hi, To This New Person

I don't know what happened.  A guarded heart is a happy heart. But with smoke stinging my eyes, Cold burning my toes, Fire warming my face, And blossoming hearts sitting across  the glowing embers, I realized that I like those round rim glasses, I like how clumsy you are, I like how  your taste in music is  expansive and yet so foreign, How we switch from Eminem to Johnny Cash, I like how you have country dabbled into your heart, But don't know a  single thing about fishing, I like how you sat beside me with your doors wide open, There was no searching or pressing, I like how you somehow knew the thoughts floating in my head, And made a point to say them aloud, I like how when you laughed I felt a cool grin instead of a forced smile, I like how you sat, Because I didn't want to be alone, I like a lot about you, By some unknown presence, Maybe God, or the Universe, or Karma, You sat down beside me at bonfire, I don't know what happened, ​But ​I like you.