Someone who doesn't need emotional or physical needs but intellectual ones. Someone whom I can sing songs with, who appreciates my poems, who doesn't get uncomfortable when I tell them how I truly feel. Someone I can play the guitar with, play the melodies with the piano while I play the chords, complement my violin with the ukulele or vice versa. Someone who'll love my art, the portraits I'll draw, the spilled paints and smudged graphite, how the mess I've made will be called beautiful. Maybe that someone will paint me a picture of the things I want the most, too. Someone who is also a complicated equation like me, but when simplified we get the same solution, who will be the y as I am the x, who will be Sodium as I am the Chlorine, broken and formed together and we'll be as salty as the tears of joy we will shed when we make new discoveries. Someone who'll love our intellectual banters, and won't get offended when they're wrong and I'm right, and I'll do the same, mutualism. Someone with the high standards as me, how we'll always strive to be perfect, no matter impossible or pointless it may be. Someone who's untouched and pure, untainted by the sins of men, and even if stained a little, we'll wash 'em clean.
Someone who is me.
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