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I am looking for that girl who could be anywhere even on the other side of the world, who might sometimes sit and think the same thing too. One day we will see each other or meet; most likely walk right by each other… lost in the feeling of loneliness. I could have all ready smiled at her, or called her a bitch for merging without a blinker and almost causing an accident…makes ya think. She could be anyone in my everyday life but then I think I doubt it… cus I want to believe that she is in so deep of a search as I am. I might pass her tomorrow and just look, I know she’s out there; I want to believe she is… We will understand each other or not at all… but dismiss it as being just something else she loves. We will laugh and cuddle and walk hand in hand to buy the groceries, and listen to each other… with ears that hear beyond pain, sarcasm… a bad day… or even a warm smile. Or even sit there in silence without awkwardness and understand when there is awkwardness that it is never personal… and help to smooth it out. To just look into her eyes and know that everything is going to be alright even when she’s scared too, because she never would hurt you, and if she ever did on accident… she would go out of her way to make it feel better… and remember how not to do it again. She would see the tears and make it all better. When I had something bad going on in my life… she will listen… and help think of ideas to help… and never interrupt me to tell me her problems are worse, but I would help her with them too. She will be the one to give you a hug before you run off to work and welcome you back with open arms and make you tell her what’s bothering you. She will hold you in bed and be the shoulder you nuzzle into because she would recognize if something were ever wrong. Our bodies will fit so perfectly you think you were made for one another, and wouldn’t feel smothered by her if when she drapes her arms over you and snuggles into your back; her skin will smell musky and so familiar. Home would be anywhere you were both at. I could sit on her lap without being told I was too heavy, and know how many sugars I like in my tea. She’s taste my tears when we kissed… and not mind the saltiness… she’d be kissing away pain. She would hold me until my body stopped shaking and would rock me to sleep softly stroking my hair and not complain if I woke her in the middle of the night because I needed someone to talk to. She would ring me up at work to tell me she loved me and I would write poems for her to let her know how I felt and she would keep them… hidden away… and read them every now and again. We will take walks in the park and talk and cuddle as if no one else was there. She would protect me… as much as I protect her… and not tell me I was silly when I thought someone was being mean even if they were our best friend. She would laugh at my jokes and see my funny side as well as my weird side and adore them both. She’d do things for me sometimes without asking… and not mind if I did… and I would write messages of how much I adored her. and appreciated it… and hide them so she will find them when I am not there. She’d make me smile, and make me cry, she’d make me feel safe; holding me between her arms and not want to let me go. Her eyes would be shining with love when I would ask if I could bathe her… and not feel in any way self-conscience…every part of her body would be know to me yet new every time yet she would understand when I didn’t want to be touched… and not even ask why. She would know and understand and never think it was because of her, just because. She’d never get tired of me telling her I love her… and accept anything I saw in her, even if I liked a mole… she would think it cute… and blush slightly… every time I kissed it, never telling me she wasn’t what I saw… because I would be the only one who saw her like I do. She would love my freckles and kiss my scars away. She’d defend me in a heartbeat and never think if I was write or wrong. She’d get up early just to see me… and she would love me for me because she sees past the outside… and loves my mind, and all of who I am…because it is who I am.