I don't know if I'll ever know him.
I've dreamed of him since I stopped trusting my parents.
Arms I could rest in, a heart I could trust in, a mind I could revel in communicating with, and a soul that would fit with mine.
I no longer care if 'he' turns out to be a she. It doesn't matter.
All he/she has to do is love me--not despite of who I am, but because it's just me. And the me that I will become, that changes every second that I live.
'Cause love is supposed to survive change.
I just don't know if I can survive the changes until then.