Before, I didn't even know I was missing something. I didn't know there was something to miss. I didn't realize that there was another part to me, walking around and living without me. I could have gone years more, a lifetime even, without knowing and I would have survived. I could breathe and function just fine and still be happy.
But then I met you.
You had been existing wholly without me, just as I without you. But when we met, a space that had been between us ceased. The part that had been missing was now found and you fit it perfectly. Like puzzle pieces we came together, with nothing but death to eventually win out and separate us.
There is a warmth where there was once none. An arm, a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean upon. I listen to you breathe in time with me at night, our lungs in unison despite themselves, and vaguely recall my life before you. I had never known such completeness, such agitation, such deep wells of feeling. You stirred them all up within me and, with a touch, calmed them to peace.
You are there when I don't deserve you. When I am at my lowest and even when I fight you, you hold me until I am settled. And I know you won't desert me. My fears are without basis, my anxieties without foundation, my insecurities without frame. All of these crumble and do not hold up against the person you are to me.
I could have lived without you and been happy. I could have gone on and had a full life. But now, there is no before. You are my third arm, my second pair of eyes, my beating heart. And I am better for every inch of your existence that is now attached to mine. I am better for you. My puzzle piece.
But then I met you.
You had been existing wholly without me, just as I without you. But when we met, a space that had been between us ceased. The part that had been missing was now found and you fit it perfectly. Like puzzle pieces we came together, with nothing but death to eventually win out and separate us.
There is a warmth where there was once none. An arm, a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean upon. I listen to you breathe in time with me at night, our lungs in unison despite themselves, and vaguely recall my life before you. I had never known such completeness, such agitation, such deep wells of feeling. You stirred them all up within me and, with a touch, calmed them to peace.
You are there when I don't deserve you. When I am at my lowest and even when I fight you, you hold me until I am settled. And I know you won't desert me. My fears are without basis, my anxieties without foundation, my insecurities without frame. All of these crumble and do not hold up against the person you are to me.
I could have lived without you and been happy. I could have gone on and had a full life. But now, there is no before. You are my third arm, my second pair of eyes, my beating heart. And I am better for every inch of your existence that is now attached to mine. I am better for you. My puzzle piece.
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