Someone real," I hear myself saying. "Someone who never has to pretend, and who I never have to pretend around. Someone who's smart, but knows how to laugh at himself. Someone who would listen to a symphony and start to cry, because he understands music can be too big for words. Someone who knows me better than I know myself. Someone I want to talk to first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Someone I feel like I've known my whole life, even if I haven't.
The narrator expresses a deep longing for a genuine connection with someone who is authentic and comfortable in their own skin. This person would not only be intelligent but also possess a sense of humor, showcasing the ability to laugh at personal flaws. The admiration extends to someone who appreciates art on a profound level, indicating a shared emotional experience that transcends ordinary conversation.
Furthermore, the narrator yearns for someone who understands them profoundly, even more than they understand themselves. This ideal companion becomes the first thought in the morning and the last at night, emphasizing their importance in daily life. The feeling of familiarity suggests a bond that feels timeless, even if their histories have yet to intertwine.
