I know there’s one special guy out there that just gets me. Knows me. Knows how to deal with the side of me that likes to talk about my thoughts…that are so deep. He’ll lay around with me and accept all my silly dance moves. He’ll love the way I really let loose and say what’s on my mind late at nights. He’ll accept me. The serious side of me. That just can’t even handle talking because my feelings are so intense. Me when I cry after reading a quote, glancing outside the window or watching a cheesy movie. The me that enjoys searching for life’s meaning..the me that writes because I could never express myself perfectly and effectively in a conversation because I’m in awe by his whole being. I love him already. I do. He has the right amount of aggression. He understands that when I ask for a guy to dominate me..he understands that I’m tired of being strong for everyone. He understands that I’m ready to be loved. He loves my silly side, but he’s in awe by my depth. He loves how passionate I am for others and how I love to help. He’ll love my sensuality. The way I walk. How dominant and bold I am. And for the first time ever, someone is going to understand me because no one took the time out to. Because they thought I had no substance because they judged my happy-go-lucky demeanor, or perhaps they thought I had everything I wanted in life. That I was lucky. Unhuman. But they didn’t understand that I felt like they did..and my emotions were far more passionate and more real than they could ever understand. But he..he gets me. And I love him for that. I know you’re out there and let me just say..I love you.