Someone who can listen to can listen to frantic, blasting, deranged technical music and quietly come forward and say it's beautiful. Someone who can be lost in the vastness of intense instrumental twenty minute epics and then, merely via a shared glance, let me know that it's life affirming. Someone who will silently sit through an entire record of a man, his guitar and his secrets, speaking only a confessional when the record ends, and even then with a tear in their eye.

Someone who can lose themselves in the words and sounds that colour my dreams.

Bring me this girl, please.