Oh god.

Oh, god. N****. Well, he has about three different accounts, so I can't really name him. The fact that I don't know his real name (he told me to call him N****) doesn't really help either. Anyway. I was talking to him yesterday on Skype. I'd asked him how to merch, because I was severely lacking money on MS. He added me onto Skype, and we talked.

For three and a half hours straight.

I abandoned the growing pile of assignments to talk to him. It started off about MS; but quickly switched to another topic. Philosophy; psychology; depression; so much. I don't know anything about him except the fact that he is 17, lives in the States, is Asian and is depressed. Oh, I know this too: I'm falling for him.

He's depressed and has almost no self-esteem at all; he goes to see a psych to talk about things. And he's absolutely, so incredibly brilliant that it blows my mind.

We talked for nearly four hours on different topics; and it felt like it had only been mere minutes. I was actually so absorbed in what he had to say. I generally disregard and scoff at films and books that ramble about falling for someone; and it's certainly never happened to me before. Not even with Tom or Spencer, I think. But...today, at church, I found myself looking forward intensely to talking again with N****: actual pleasure and anticipation. He feels like he belongs in another world - a purer world.

He feels kindred; he feels wise. And, oh, for the sweet mother of Jesus-

I think I'm falling for him.