You find it when you stop looking

I met you just a week ago but it's already like you're an integral part of my life here. You're rough around the edges, unpolished. You're more at home in a hoodie than a dress shirt. You have permanent bed head and stubble. You work with your hands and you're content where you are. You are the opposite of me, the high-heeled, laptop-toting girl who takes off across the world at a moment's notice, who always wants more, who is uncomfortable in her own skin. You are the opposite of the men I chase..but your smile warms my heart and you leave a void when you're not here. You've been in my life for a week and you've already snuck past my defenses and dug in. Was it your smile? Your scruffy, don't-care Berlin ways?  I don't know. I wasn't looking for you, but we found each other anyway. And I'm happy.