Dating Keiji is like reading a book with all the chapters slightly out of order. Anyone would expect a book to be in order. Keiji's just the sudden jump. He's poetic, intentional, and of course, loving beyond belief, but also a little confusing. A little weird. And both of you know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

He compliments the cadence of your sneezes. No, not the sneeze itself. He doesn't say he thinks your sneezes are cute, though he does think that. He instead says that the rhythm of it was "very musical" with a straight face. He says that your laugh sounds like a specific bell tone he heard once three summers ago.

Another thing he seems to be fond of doing is leave notes around your room. In your school bag, between the pages of your textbooks as a surprise for when you finally turn to that certain page. Just folded bits of paper. Not love notes, though they sometimes are. But thoughts. Thoughts that, clearly, only he can think of.

You don't remember a single time in your relationship, or really ever, where Keiji has stressed you out or made you feel anything but love and pure happiness. He's not extravagant, but he also never "half-did" anything. He just absorbs you into his life.

At first glance, anyone could tell that he's the quiet type. Which he is, but even still, it's never awkward between you two. Silence is comfortable because everything just feels right with him. Until he breaks that silence saying something like "I sometimes wonder if our brains are syncing. Like bluetooth. And we accidentally become a hive mind."

You never know what to say to that and just kiss him instead. Other than random things like that, he always waterboards you with compliments. Yes, waterboards. He once said that you're the reason he understands why the Greek used to make statues of women, and that if he ever got his hands on "good marble," he'll gladly make one of you.

It's all quiet. Quiet love, silent romance. Just the warmth of each other, your presence, and he feels like he's set for life as long as it's with you. He's quiet, but his weirdness comes out in waves. Soft and completely unexpected, like the ocean you thought that was calm suddenly deciding to splash you for fun.

Oh, and the things he texts you? Don't start. "thinking about the raccoon family we saw last week. i hope they're doing well. i hope that's us in the future."* Which was cute. He wants to start a family with you! Just how adorable is that? Until he specified what he meant and said that he does, in fact, want a family with you. Except as raccoons too.

Still, somehow, it's the most romantic thing in the world to you. And to him, kind of, but he doesn't really notice it. He doesn't love super loud, so he does in small metaphors, in quotes you take a while to understand, his pokes at your face, and you wouldn't trade it for anything.

Now, he's laying in your bed with his head in your lap, sprawled out in starfish position with your hands drawing random patters on his face. "Guess what?" He doesn't wait for you to say what. "I had a dream last night. We were frogs." He says, shifting his position a bit. "We still liked each other, unsurprisingly."