imperfections

I wonder how it feels to have someone face you so close, looking intently straight into your eyes, and you look at them, too, and you feel like he can touch your heart, and then he tells you that you are his life now. I wonder what it feels like to have someone claiming you as his own; claiming you as his life, and like he’s telling you that he can’t live without you. He is telling you that you are everything to him now. His everything. I wonder what it feels like to have someone love you for everything you are. Even if you are imperfect, still, he accepts you for who you are. Even if you’re a complicated stack of broken pieces of yourself. And he is there to put the pieces back into place. Yeah. It seems impossible, but who knows? Maybe that someone is out there, waiting for you; searching for you. We will never know. He might be someone you are sitting with your Physics class, he might be someone you asked for directions, or maybe just a random person you met. Who knows? You will never know when that time will come. But I promise, he’ll come to you and you’ll never have to find him