I picture it being like The Notebook, except I’ll be Noah Calhoun. I can be whatever he wants me to be; bird or guardian angel. We won’t blindly agree on everything. There won’t be room for any dull moment for dull moments, no time for small talk.
He’ll tell me his dreams, the ones he thinks I’ll forget, but I won’t. I’ll push him and he’ll challenge me. It won’t be easy. He will see me, though. He’ll look at me the way I look at the clouds, getting lost in thought. We’ll think of each other often. We’ll pray, for each other, and together.
When I find him, I’ll still be me. I’ll laugh just as loud, maybe harder with him around. I’ll cry just as soft and it’ll be up to him to cheer me up. I’ll dance because I know he’s watching, leaving him no choice but to join in my shenanigans. I’ll continue to fly by the seat of my pants, leading most of our adventures. I’ll be messy, silly, impulsive, and wild. And he’ll love it.
He will be the furthest from perfect, perfect is boring and nothing that I'm looking for. He will aggravate me, testing my patience in every way possible.There will be days where I won't be his favorite person, because getting tired of people is a thing. He may not remember all my favorite songs or the tons of movies I make him watch. He may not get along with all of my friends. He'll probably be my complete opposite.
Maybe, just maybe he’ll make me this better person people turn into right before they get married. It won’t actually be like a Nicholas Sparks film, more like a song. Thunder Clatter by Wild Cub or Take Me Dancing by Will Joseph Cook. It’ll flow and make me want to dance. I’ll sing and skip around in the sun (pretty normal for me). I won’t miss a beat and there won’t be a soul in my life that I don’t tell our story to, like a broken record.
When I find him, it may come as a total surprise. He might even find me.
Because i'm sure he's looking for me too.
