I AM THINKING IT'S A SIGN THAT THE FRECKLES IN OUR EYES ARE MIRROR IMAGES, AND WHEN WE KISS, THEY'RE PERFECTLY ALIGNED.

I need to find someone else.
Someone who won't hurt me, or use me, or lie to me. Someone who will just hold me, and not ever, ever, ever let me go. Someone with pretty eyes, eyes that tell me what's in his soul. Eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Someone who will sing me to sleep, or sing to me when I'm crying, and write me poetry and bring me flowers. And throw rocks at my window at midnight and recite Shakespeare (correctly!) to me. And who will lie in the grass and watch clouds go by with me, or point out the constellations to me. AND WILL KNOW WHEN I'M NOT OKAY. And will come over with ice cream when I'm not okay, and hold me until I am. And will sing me the Postal Service over the phone when I can't sleep. And won't mind arguing with me, even when they know I'm right, or will let me keep going when they know I'm wrong. Taller than me. And will dance on the sidewalk with me even when there's no music. Someone who can pick me up and spin me around, and likes to cuddle. And will write me a lullaby. And isn't fucking perfect, because neither am I, and everyone has their flaws. Someone who will tickle me even when I beg them not to. Someone who knows that one rose means more than a dozen ever could. Someone who will buy me Thai food and walk to the park and swing with me. Someone who won't care that I'm so stubborn, someone assertive. Someone cynical, like me. Someone with a crooked smile who knows my favourite colour, and will go to shows with me and lift me up on his shoulders so I can see, and will hold me from behind so I don't fall over in the pit. Someone who will stand next to me and scream every word of every song, and will wait in the tour bus line with me so I can get my stuff signed. Someone who will make me mixtapes and help me with my homework and is a little older than me, but not so much. Someone who won't make a big deal out of my birthday, and will watch Death Note in Japanese with me, and will come to see me every night I'm in a show, and will bring me daisies every night. Someone who will make me dinner, no matter how horrible of a cook he is. Someone who loves Eddie Izzard and Dane Cook and Flight of the Conchords. Someone who's just as fucking hopelessly romantic as I am, and will cry over RENT and watch The Notebook with me, and let me curl up against his chest and cry for Noah and Allie. Someone who can speak another language, and will call me 'querida.' Someone who will walk me to my next class at the risk of being late to his. Someone with a lip peircing, who knows that Liechtenstein is a country, and not a city. Someone who can spell Liechtenstein. Someone who knows that colour and neighbour have a 'u' in them, and how to correctly pronounce the word basil, and who will spell cheque with a -que, and knows that terrorise has an -ise and not an -ize. Someone who knows that football should be called football, and not soccer. Someone who likes kids, but doesn't want any. Someone slightly OCD. Someone that hates sports and loves coffee. Someone who will not go out in public with anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Someone who understands that last reference. Someone who knows that the answer to life, the universe, and everythingis 42. Someone who would have caught, and been bothered by, the missing space in the last sentence. Someone who actually knows what a Babelfish is. Someone who understands my love for Ronald Weasley. Someone who has read Twilight, someone who cried over New Moon, someone who hates Jacob and will try their hardest to be my Edward. Someone who hates the cold, but loves the snow. Someone who has read Jane Austen books, and gets them. Someone chivalrous, someone who will listen to me rant, and isn't afraid to tell me when I'm being stupid or overdramatic. Someone who isn't afraid to fight with me, because they know we'll get over ourselves and realize that we were being jerks. Someone who will never, ever leave without saying goodbye. Someone who will go to midnight showings of movies with me. Someone who hates horror movies and roller coasters, but will take me to Disneyland to get my autograph book signed by Tigger and get a picture with Eeyore. Someone who will buy me another sno-cone after the one I had falls on the ground. Someone that hates country and hip-hop and rap. Someone who knows that the books are always better. Someone who doesn't want to stay in Michigan for all their life. Someone who smells really, really good. Someone who will let me steal his sweatshirt, and be content with maybe never getting it back. His belts, too. Someone who doesn't mind that I steal his clothes. Someone who dresses up every once in a while, for no reason at all. Someone who is not ashamed to wear purple. Someone with no hand-eye coordination. Someone who is a perfect gentleman, someone polite. Someone who's smart, really smart, who is perfectly eloquent, and adores proper grammar as much as I do. Someone who doesn't use chatspeak, and loves words, and will always say "I love you" back.

AND TRUE, IT MAY SEEM LIKE A STRETCH, BUT IT'S THOUGHTS OF YOU THAT CATCH MY TROUBLED HEAD WHEN YOU'RE AWAY, WHEN I AM MISSING YOU TO DEATH.