What I feel and I dont know why...?

I feel what I wish I didnt,
I see but I wish I could see more,
I dream things that I dont understand.
I pick every little thing apart.
I'm big, not skiny, have many curves.
I don't know who I am or why I am here.
All I know is that you made me see me.
Virgil.. I've never met anyone with that name.
But I'm glad that I did.
He makes me see what he sees in me.
Makes me see what others see in me,
Makes me see what I have yet to see deep inside of me.
I feel because others need me to, need me to be there for them when others can't be.
I see because no one else wants to.
I dream things that I don't understand because I learn from them, underneath, I do understand, inside they make me, me.
I pick things apart because I dont want to get hurt by things I dont know.
My curves make me, me and make me beautiful. And he likes it.

Its weird to say that. Its weird to feel safe in his arms when I havent felt safe for a very long time.
Its weird to find someone I can trust.
Its weird to feel wanted
But I've wanted to feel all of the above for so long.
And maybe for all I know, I wont have to look for anyone
Maybe he could be the one.
maybe... but thats a lot of maybes, with someone that has shit luck.
its weird to write this down on paper, and have everyone see it
but now i can say I dont care because what ever I write,
what ever I see
what ever I do
what ever I pick apart.
It makes me me.
I just hope hes not like others.. because by the time a man knows what he really wants in life, the next time he looks its too late and shes gone..
I dont want to be gone by then.