Am I the only one who dreams of the impossible?

I believe not. After all, everyone here is a writer and therefore must be crazy to some degree. No offense.

But have you ever dreamt that somewhere out there there was a perfect person meant for you?

I have.

He’s perfect for me. He’s gorgeous, likes to read, he actually has rather bad taste in sports but we can ignore that, likes my friends, is polite to my parents, and would kick the crap out of anyone who even told me to shut up.

He is human. I’ve had so many different situations with him and he tends to act a bit cocky and possessive around anyone who’s ever liked me or who I’ve liked.

I just need to get that out. I don’t tend to tell people because then I shall be teased mercilessly for the rest of my life until I become famous and they forget trivial things like that.

I know most people don’t care but I guess that’s where my mister perfect would come in and kick your butt. So you better watch out.