My Ideal Person:
What makes up a man? Does he have to be good-looking, virile and macho? Does he have to be gallant and debonair? Does he have to have all these things to make up a perfect individual?

Well, my man...he is not what you call Mr. Perfect. He is not that virile, gallant or debonair. Yet, in spite of all of that, to me he is perfect. Everything about him is perfect. From the tip of his nose down to his toes. He is everything to me and more.

He is the one gravitational force that controls my earth, my high tide and low tide of nature, my emotional gauge. He rocks my world! He is the epicenter of my universe, my meaning of life, the very essence of my existence, the one sole path I want to travel.

My earth revolves around him. He is my moon, my sun, my stars, my salt to my pepper, my ying to my yang, my shadow, my black to my white, my paper to my pen...I don't think there would be me without him.

The fact that I love him as necessary as breathing. From now on and forever, I want to see his face the moment I wake up...I want him to be the last face I see when I close my eyes.

I want to tell you that I was born to meet you, that my existence is set to be by your side.

You are my hand...my fate...my destiny...

This is how I see my man, and this best describe what I think of him and what he is in my life. I don't need much, and I might not be perfect, but I would be someone you would not forget. I would infect your life like a sickness, and I would be your only cure. I would be something you could never live without, the same way I could not live without you. Because the 2 of us is a pair, a whole, one cannot live without each other. So I do hope my other half is out there somewhere missing me to. So if you finally find me, I am just here waiting for you.