Someone who doesn't think I'm completely insane.
Someone who likes my incredibly thick, unruly hair; who isn't afraid to run their fingers through it; who likes to brush it.
Someone who'll hang out and talk with me in the kitchen with me while I cook.
Someone who'll snuggle in our soft, warm bed at night while the snow falls outside the window.
Someone who'll let me baby them when they're sick.
Someone who is always amazed by the alternate beauty and tragedy of life.
Someone who doesn't mind my obsession with Russell Crowe.
Someone who loves animals as much as I do.
Someone who can step up to the plate when it's time to do so.
Someone who realizes a person can never be known completely, yet never stops trying to understand.
Someone who is kind.
Someone who will always protect what we have together.