My single rose in my field of daises.
My rarity. That one person that makes things change for him. That person that I can hardly say no to. That person that sees me for who and what I am and not who I make everyone think I am. That one person that would won’t see the mask but the person under it. That person that would be different from the rest. That person that would understand me. That person that would change me and I would willingly change for him without him saying anything. That person that would teach me. That person that would listen even though I don’t always have much to say. That person that would be able to interpret and understand my changing moods. That person that would at least try to understand and know me. That person that I know isn’t perfect but his flaws are hidden by his flawless characteristics. That person that knows me.
He isn’t perfect but he won’t lie to me that he is. He can show me both his weakness and strength. He lets me know what I need to know and not what I want to know. He is never deceived by my indifference. My unfazed demeanor doesn’t intimidate him. He knows exactly how to make me laugh. He’s annoying sometimes. He’s just different. He makes me want to feel. He makes me want to be different, better even. He is the only one I will let in and won’t get destroyed by the darkness.
I don’t want some perfect asshole. I want a guy that is real. He is exceptional to me. He doesn’t show me my flaws. In his eyes I’m amazing but I could still be better. He’s different and makes me want to do better for him. He introduces me to his world. He shows me that there is more to life than what I thought. He’s not what I want, he’s what I need.