Jake

I used to think that my Soulmate had to be completely perfect for me. Not just generally, but every single possible thing you could think of. Completely, one-hundred percent perfect.

But I have a met a man that has changed my mind. He is the most attractive person I have ever met, ever. He's incredibly sweet. He's real. He enjoys being different. He likes me. ME. That's all I know about him. He makes me squeal whenever he texts me. People ask me who I'm talking to because I can't stop laughing out of happiness and jumping and dancing and falling on the floor. Whenever he talks to me in person, I smile and giggle uncontrollably. I can barely respond to him. I can never stop thinking about him. Imagining him. Touching him within my thoughts… I want to write novels about him, except i want them to be real. I want to create poems about the way his smile curves, or about the way his hair stands up, on about the tattoos on his arm and leg, or about the incredible butterflies I get about him that I don't get about anyone else. I want to tell him everything. I can't stop feeling this fire behind every thought I have of him. And suddenly, it doesn't matter if he's a morning person. It doesn't matter if he thinks emotional music is boring. I don't give a flying f**k if he has good grammar, or cares about politics, or doesn't believe in e-mail. Nothing has to ever make sense, as long as these butterflies keep fluttering and this fire continues to burn.