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Mar 2015
I have always wondered what it would feel like to have someone who chooses to see the good and bad, see them as complementary, eventually making you the greatest person anyone can ever see.

Someone who will see the hidden secrets on your skin and turn them into answers; the life long questions you begged for answers when you were still young and free. Someone who never gets tired of your random thoughts, loves them, and keeps them safe. Someone who will cradle your mind as if it was her own, your demons are her comfort, hers are your partners-in-crime.

Someone who will see your passion as her own, and will always see to it that she supports you every step of the way - every open mic night, every art gallery, every indie band, every book you read, every dream, every heartbreak, every moment of silence.

Someone who will see past your weaknesses, draw on them with purple and teal pens so they turn from your fears to breathtaking laughters. Someone who is not afraid to step on your toes, guides you through surviving, and lets you be your own galaxy of perfection.

Someone who will eagerly find a way back to you, even when it's raining, even when it's way past your bedtime, even when you just got out of bed, even when you are all messed up, even when you're just thinking you **** things up every time you get a chance to, even when you're empty and numb inside. Someone who will make you feel something.

Someone who will make you see the calm, the pure, the truth, the reality in all the things her hands touched. Someone who will leave you with bruises from her poetry, the pain piercing through every vein you thought stopped pumping.

Someone who will be there during the drowning, the claustrophobia, the bubble of your self-destruction. Someone who will hold your shaking hands, kiss them, and let them do what they do best: turn everything into art, including yourself.

With all your flaws, you need someone who will remind you that they are her puzzle, her late-at-night-how-do-I-understand-this puzzle. Someone who will spend nights trying to come up with answers, and tells you honestly when she can't. Someone who will burn your hands when you hold them, and treat them with utmost care.

You deserve someone who will always see you in your best form, even if you are raining on her parade every day of your lives together. You deserve home-cooked meals, couch-cuddling, late night walks and conversations on places you would think as weird, constant reminders and the genuine reassurance that you are worth it.
You are that someone for my soul, M. In time, I hope you let me be that someone for you, too.

10:18 PM, March 22, 2015
Shiennina Marae
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