My Person

I want to have someone whom I call my person.
Not someone I would have romantic relationship with,
But someone whom I can talk to the whole night,
Someone who can’t irritate me even in my worst days.
Someone whom I can call to-
Even when I am crying,
Or ecstatic.
Someone who can love my crazy ideas,
Someone who can adore my insane fantasies.
Someone who can cross miles just to hear my voice,
To make sure that I’m okay.

Don’t get me wrong-
It shouldn’t be romantic.
That’s how the world made us believe-
That genuine love is inexpensive.
But in reality,
It’s love at the finest.

My person-
I wonder where you are!
I wonder if you’re seeking to find me too.
I wonder if we’re thinking telepathically,

I wish you’re though-
Somewhere in the world,
May be in your dreamland.
Or may be in the deepest part of your soul.
I can’t help wondering-
If I can meet you one day.
If I could join you in your fantasy island,
If I could see the world in your perception,
In your perspective.

I don’t want us to be indistinguishable,
Or a clone of some sort, for that matter.
I hope you would be someone different-
Someone in my wildest dreams,
Who can challenge my whole thought system,
Who can wreck my shallow grounds,

Someone who can create the best version of me-
By challenging me,
And most of all, understanding me.

I cant help it but wonder-
If this is too much to ask for,
Or even selfish to wish for.
Perhaps, very self involved.
My person, do you think that’s true?
Do you think I’m being inconsiderate?
Do you feel like I’m asking too much too?

I hope not!
I really hope not.

My person-
Our love is the finest.
The real one.
It can’t be too selfish,
Or self involved,
Or too much.
The love and the respect we have,
It keeps us together;
Bound to one another,
With no strings involved,
Or some physical touch.
Just us, in us!

My person,
I wonder where you are.
I hope our paths cross with each other,
In the very near future.
Don’t make me wait too long,
For I can’t wait to belong.
I’m sick and tired of this world,
Telling me how to think-
Or feel and talk.
I’m tired of being told,
That I’m crazy, or weird.
I’m tired of trying,
To fit in somewhere,
To find a spot to share.
Please don’t make me wait too long,
For the waiting-
Is crushing my soul.

My person,
Wherever you’re –
I wish you all the best,
For I can’t wait to meet you,
Not the piece of you-
But the complete you!