The perfect partner is someone whose voice sends me to the moon, who's mere presence makes the deepest part of me quake in anticipation of the smallest caress. The perfect partner is someone who sees the darkest, most broken parts of me and gathers up the pieces of my inner mirror; sees in those broken fragments the girl I've always been, will always be. The perfect partner is someone who can, with a look build my world up and with a touch can bring it all falling down around my feet again. The perfect partner is someone who's light can withstand my shadows and who's shadows compliment my light. It's someone who knows me for everything I am and everything I'm not, who knows without words the depth of my emotions, who taps into the deep, hidden, covered wells of my heart and soul and isn't afraid to brave the raging seas of my self control and self worth.
He can rile me until my passions can rival a hurricane and he can hold me until the worst of my outbursts has faded, the calm after the storm. His hands can wipe away my troubles and my tears, and his lips can reaffirm everything I've ever known about love. He's my aphrodisiac, my companion, my partner, my better, my lesser, my equal. He's my sun and my rain, my raging inferno and my calm waters.
But above all... he's simply mine.