Somebody to fill the spaces between your fingers. Somebody who adores all your quirks and fetishes. Somebody that loves hearing you tell those stories as much as you love telling them. Somebody always ready to embark on an adventure with you. Somebody with the capability of hitting all your tickle spots accurately every time. Somebody who knows all your favorite parts to all your favorite songs from all your favorite bands. Somebody who shares the same kissing language as you. This is what you need: Me.
One of the many super old poems I found in my old notebook.