Am I supposed to comb the entire world for them?
Do I just settle for second best?
Is it impulsive?
How do I know?
Why?
No.
Somewhere, out there, is my other half; the perfect guy.
The perfectly flawed guy that completes me.
The perfectly flawed, stubborn, idiotic, witty bastard that is my perfect match.
And he is out there, somewhere in this world of 7 billion people.
In canada?
In the states?
In central america?
In south america?
Iceland?
Greenland?
Japan?
China?
Europe?
Africa?
Is my sould mate a he or a she?
I'm not one to judge.
Who is my perfect soulmate,
existing for me, my existance?
What does he do for a living?
Is he sweet and kind?
Is he stubborn and idiotic?
Is he more of a dork than me?
To my potential soulmate:
Where the hell are you?
I'm still waiting.
-Juliet.
Looking for her Romeo.
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