My head is spinning

I put myself down in print but I realize you don't know me. I've never shared my art or poems. I haven't let the real me shine through. I bet you thought you got all of me but truly it was but a glimpse. I have talked to a person I'm not even sure exist. He is someone I always dreamed of meeting. Someone to discuss music, books, art, language, poetry, and philoshpy. This guy Carlos is extremely intelligent. I have never had a more stimulating conversation. He almost frustrates me with his insight. He just seemed to grab my attention and never give it back. I'm afraid I'm already obsessed. He is Gothic. Which warms me to my freezing toes. Maybe he's been damaged as bad as I have been. Guess this he lives very near me, we know the same people! I truly believe in fate know.