It’d be cool if you existed. I guess at a point in time you did, or at least I thought you did. Maybe it’s a fault of my own that you don’t exist, because I don’t know how to let people close to me. Or because when things come up, I get really angry and I’m really harsh and bitter.
Whatever the cause I hope to find you soon, a true you. One that will last me the rest of my life, who’ll be there through all my pitfalls and my highs. My successes and my failures.