I want to have that someone who’ll deal with my bullshit, my laziness, my immaturity, my childishness, my mood-swings, my bad temper, my stupid comments about things, my weirdness and my annoying habits. I want that someone to be the reason why I smile even though He’s also the reason why I’m sad. I want that someone who’ll come to me, hold me and tell me, “Shhh. Baby, everything’s going to be alright.” I want to be with that someone who’ll make me feel that I am me. That someone who can accept me for me. That I can be myself when I’m with him. Because these bad things about me make me who I am.