Do I really have a soulmate? And if I do, how the fuck am I supposed to find him?
Am I someone who doesn’t have a soulmate? Or will never find him even if he is out there?
Could he be on the other side of the world? Or is part of what makes him my soulmate his general location? Because, let’s face it, if my soulmate lives in Japan, I’m never going to find him.
Have I already met him but didn’t know it was him? Did I miss him? Please say no. Is part of what makes him my soulmate me knowing if I met him?
I’m not sure who I’m looking for
I’ll know it when I see you
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away
I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
[John Mayer helping me out again ‘Love Song for No One’]
I want the magic. I want something special to happen inside me when I’m around him… especially when he touches me. It’s a sense of excitement and calm at the same time.
And… sorry if I repeat myself from the R post, but, I’m doing it anyway. So I guess I’m not really sorry.
I want the dream. A love where he thinks of me and makes sure I know it. He makes me feel special all the time. He remembers the little things so his gestures are truly meant for me. He takes care of himself (abs! seriously, though…) because he wants to be the best he can be for me. He adores me, flaws and all. He even loves my dirty mouth.
And that’s the love I want to give to him in return.
So, Mr. Soulmate, are you a dream or are you out there? Where are you? Get the fuck over here.
p.s.—And if he doesn’t exist, I guess I will live in my dreamworld forever. Isn’t there a room for that? The one with padded walls? Yeah. That’s the one.
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