danny

I have read that phrase innumerable times, and never made sense.

We’re unique, and the fact of being complemented seems to undermine the whole concept of uniqueness, as we become only the completion of a tacit pattern spread around the world.

There’s nothing unique, independent about having a missing half, whether it is also unique. For uniqueness is defined by lack of comparison, and a lost half will always bear some comparing with it.

I wish it was that simple, but even just the fact of knowing there’s someone or a bunch of people that might make you a whole makes you feel used, manipulated, a piece. Uniqueness breaks as you realise you’re a part of a bigger plan, and you don’t even know if you’d be the only one to fit that other piece, but by sheer trying out and finding out.

It was all bullshit.

Now I know the painful truth. You complement me. You’re all I want to be and can’t. You’re many things I don’t understand, but I know I will, in time. You’re that half of the world that was negated to me because I couldn’t either see it, or acknowledge it, or accept it, or interpret it.

You’re all I’ve been missing, all I’ve to learn, all I’ve waited and longed.

I was not enough of me until you. I’m so joyful I met you I feel united with a bigger versoon of life when I’m with you.

You complement me, you complete me, and I’m proud of us.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 13th, 2010 at 07:27:11 and is filed under thoughts.