I used to think that finding Love
Was all about finding your “other half”.
The yin to my yang
The missing puzzle pieces
That makes the picture clear
And reveals its beauty.
Never before did I realize how painful that would be.
How being half of a whole
Can be so lonely.
Until I realized
I don’t need another person to show the world
My full picture.
I am not an incomplete person
Searching for that something that will make me feel whole.
I am whole.
I am complete.
Love is not searching for something to complete you
It is finding the best fit.
The one who sees you as a whole
On your own
And helps you become something more
Along side you.