The one.

I want to find the one.
The one who I can catch the itus with because we ate way too much food and look so unattractively fat but still look beautiful in each others eyes.
The one who calls me his best friend.
The one who will do things in life for himself first sometimes and then maybe for us (we sometimes forget we are STILL indivuals when we are in a relationship with someone).
The one who I can lay in bed with the whole day talking about nonsense and listening to Sade.
The one who loves his family and appreciates what family means just as much as I do.
The one that will always be real with me.
For example, the one who will tell me if I have a bugger hanging out of my nose or the one that says I honestly do look fat in "that dress'.
The one who's hug feels like the universe is wrapping around my soul.
The one who's kiss feels like my first kiss.
The one who will love me for all the little weird things I'm interested in.
Things such as "Flight of the Conchords" (hilarious album), my weird dislike for clocks and watches, and my eclectic way of thinking.
The one who's smile saves my life.
The one who's heart heals my pain.
The one who will be the one, not forever, but rather always.
The one who thinks my lame poetry is actually worth listening too.
The one who will dance with me when there is no music playing.
The one who will make me cry a few times, but only by mistake, and only so our love and relationship can grow even more.
The one that knows what he has when he has me.
The one that will love me unconditionally.
The one who will make love to me in a way that even God would admire.
The one who is confident he is the one.
The one that can make me laugh by simply being corny.
The one who kisses me on the forehead.
The one who will change the world with me.
I want to find the one.

The one who has the puzzle piece that fits perfectly with mine.



Where are you, one?