Somebody

Everybody has somebody — the person who is their everything and whom they never want to go without. 

It could be for a long time or a short time, a moment or an age. 

They could pop up instantaneously or have been there for eternity. 

At birth or grade school, at first glance or chance. 

From blood or opposites, fate or choice.  

Where you laugh and you cry where you love and you hate. Where you hit and you hug where you scream and have long moments of silence.  

It’s loving and imperfect; you know the person's worst and best. You hold through the highs and the lows, building up and breaking down. 

And for me it’s my sister, even though she has now become long lost.