'JR': Number One

We hadn't really ever talked in the two months we had been Facebook friends, but over break, I messaged you over something trivial and something clicked. We've chatted/texted every day since. 

Here's where it gets weird.

Whovian? Check. Interested in linguistics? Check. Musical? Check. Nerd (the good kind)? Check. Sense of humor? Check. The not-required-but-certainly-a-bonus glasses? Check. Attractive? Check. Mormon? Check. Intelligent? Check.

Do I need to continue? Sufficeth to say, you're nearly perfect for me (not that I actually have a check list). 

And here's where it gets weirder.

You actually seem interested in me.

I can count on one hand the guys that I've noticed to be interested in me--and I'm not *that* oblivious. 

"Wonderful!" I'm sure you're thinking.

Until you realize how terrified I am.

I am genuinely scared--scared that you aren't being genuine, scared that I'm going to fall and get hurt, scared that I have no clue what I'm getting into, scared that it seems so right that something has to be wrong.

I don't want to be scared. I want to trust you, and trust that you really do mean what you say.

I don't want to get hurt--are you worth the risk I'd be taking?