I know...

I don’t know what I would say, or what I would do if I finally ever really met you.
I have you all figured out and know you as well as I know myself.
I know we will only fight when absolutely necessary and you will always give me what I want.
I know you will always open the car door and any door for me no matter where.
I know you will help me with the dishes and even cook sometimes because I’m not that great.
I know you will help me with the house work and always mow the yard.
I know that we will be able to sit on the front porch and not say a word yet feel something magical just by being together.
I know that you will make my heart flutter; I know you will be at least 6 feet tall.
I know you will have some meat on your bones, preferably muscle and I also know that you will never lay a finger on me.
I know that you will help me with my struggles and love me for my independence.
I know that you will be aggravated by my receptiveness but I also know this is why you will love me even more.
I know that you will love me as crazy as I may be and I know that you will love my daughter as much as you love me if not more.
I know that one day I will find you and I can just be me.
I know that you will tolerate my filthy mouth and bitchy attitude.
I know that you will not judge me because I am lost in my faith and where it will or is suppose to go.
I know that you will always stay on your side of the bed except when I say its ok to snuggle.
I know that you will know how to make me feel comfortable in my skin and make me laugh everyday.
I know that you will support me and my decisions 100%.
I know that whoever you are, where ever you are, one day I’ll find you even if I’m 90.
I know that loneliness does not consume me but not searching seems to scare me.
I know when you are not searching you find what you want, but yet I feel how will you ever find what I truly want if I don’t search at least a tiny bit.
I know not searching is killing me