Finding that special someone is hard. So many people fake being your special someone. It's hard to ask the fake ones if they're your special someone. When I get one of the fake ones I jump up and down in joy screaming "I found them. I found them." You enjoy thier company hoping they enjoy yours. You tell them stories about you that you hope they enjoy. And give them gifts you hope they love. But then they tell you their fake and all the time with them was wasted. And you look at the edge of the knife wondering what door it could open. But then a knock at the door. It's a person you know them and they know you. They understand you. And you realize that you looked pass your special someone so many times for fake ones. When you ask them to be yours it's easy. When they say yes your happy but you sit still. It's a celebration yes but one so grand and wonderful that you only need to sit in silence to enjoy it. You don't enjoy their company. You love it. It's the best part of your day. You need not worry if they love your company. Because somehow you just know that they do. You tell stories and they listen as if to a symphony. It's intriguing and the most important story to them as you tell it. You know they loved it. You can tell the story made their day. When giving them a gift you know what they want. In thier eyes you have given them the holy grail. You can feel thier joy in just holding it. But its always harder in the relationship with your real special someone. They second guess themselves and you do to. Wondering if your good enough for each other. I sit in my bathroom and cry saying "They deserve better than me. I'm nothing but a sad corpse rotting away past lovers stabbing me. Reminding me I'm not a good lover. Let their heart find a better suitor better than I for am the worst they could have." Your tears flood the bathroom. They only thing that you can see is that one picture of them. You lay in bed wet from your tears. And prepare to sleep. But you get one more text before your day is over and it reads. "I love you. Remember that you hear me you little goober?" You're sleeping now not to wake up. But to see them again. To talk again. Your life problems don't matter. And the edge of the knife dull. It will do more harm then good. You ready your head for sleep. But before you do. You tell them "Yeah I get it. Love ya more than you know my special someone."