...bosses me around, fights with me, laughs with me, wrestles with me and then lets me win 'cause they know when I'm pinning them down, I'm gonna zone in for a kiss. The perfect partner is someone who can make me laugh when all I wanna do is cry, brush my hair, make my tea, and is someone who will dance in the rain with me, or at least sing a song from under shelter while I do all the twirling. The perfect partner is someone who will clean the house with me on a Sunday just because it's the perfect day to open all the windows, turn on some music, and do something productive.
The perfect partner is someone who let's me act younger than I am and doesn't find it annoying -- but instead maybe puts the pictures I color up on the fridge. It's someone who will read to me under a large tree, our stomach's full from picnic food, laughter, and just a warm feeling. The perfect partner is someone who greets me with Eskimo kisses, wraps me up in their arms and lifts me off the ground, twirling us a couple times when I've done something worth celebrating. The perfect partner is someone who adores me, cherishes me, protects me, and... at least says they love me.