There is an ideal person for everyone.
I want someone who will rage at me instead of quietly hiding their hurt.
I want someone who isn't afraid to cry.
I want someone that takes no for an answer.
I want someone that doesn't go back on their word.
I want someone that doesn't make petty excuses because they can't think of valid reasons.
I want someone who I can talk to for hours or sit in comfortable silence.
I want someone who knows when I can't talk or when I need to talk.
I want someone who doesn't just quietly sit by and accept fate.
I want someone who fights.
I want someone who isn't intimidated by me, who stands up to my anger.
Who holds me in my sadness.
Who doesn't get mad just because they can't do anything to help, they just do what they can and hope for the best, but aren't afraid to face reality.
I want someone who will face reality with me.
Not someone that I could have a fairytale romance with.
I want them to make the actual reality into a dream instead of a nightmare.
But of course, these are my ideals.
Ideals are not reality.
It is fairly evident my reality and ideals are not achievable.
I hold my standards too high for myself and society.
