This is us.

He's a little weird, I'm really weird, but our weirdness is in sync. 

He takes all my little oddities in stride, like they don't even matter. We read each other so well. Lots of times, I'll be thinking about something and he will send me an email about it or vice versa. He'll be about to ask me something and I'll send him exactly what he was going to ask for. I'll be thinking about a song and he sends me a link.

We have so much in common, even our little quirks. We watch the same stuff on TV. We read the same kinds of off the wall news. We like the same movies. Then, just when I think we couldn't have much more in common, he tells me he can't sleep without a cover. I can't, either. I totally thought I was way out there. He always makes me feel like I'm not.

I smell toast burning. Butter side up or butter side down?