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

Missing pieces

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.

~Quill