Someone will come along. Someone who understands that you get jealous and anxious. Someone who knows the fears you have rooted deep down in your past and holds you when you're scared. Someone who can't dance but dances with you anyway. They can't sing but they'll sing with you anyway. They'll love any gift you give, even when it's wrong size and they'll love anything you'll cook for them, even when it's burnt. They'll make you laugh until you cry, and know exactly what to say to make you smile. They'll leave you feeling helplessly, unapologetically happy as you fall asleep at night. You'll wonder how you ever got so lucky. Just be patient. Someone will come along.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
