HERE'S TO THE ONE.

If it means to wait for a thousand years, then I will.

There's always going to be that ONE.

The one, that stands out In the midst of so many, my ONE.

The one will never make me feel like a booty call.

The one will never touch me without my consent.

The one will respect me and set boundaries for myself and him.

For the one,

I won't try too hard

I'm flawed, he'll correct me.

The one will never raise his hand to hit me.

I'm not asking for much, but he is the part that will complete my whole.

I am a puzzle, a part of me is missing; many parts may look like mine, but they will never fit like mine will.

I'm not prefect, neither is he.

The one, who will wipe my eyes, clean my bruises, mend my crack, and reassure me.

The one, who will feed my hope, resurrect my trust, and ignite my love.

Just two imperfect souls, satisfied and in love.

The one will never walk out on me like you did.