That someone

That was once, I used to think or imagine
that someone will be my someone one day…
Someone that makes me laughs, see me cry…
perhaps... am I being simply selfish?
In anyhow, anywhere… it’s too grateful to have that someone besides me…
To laugh at me...
For me to laugh at…
To laugh about…
As in the real world… there are always sorrows…
There are three types of tears…
Tears of sorrow, of pain, of joy…
Can that someone lend a hand for me to execute the first two?
I need that someone to be around me…
no matter that someone is mine or others…
It doesn’t really matter after all.......