I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..
It’s just you meet someone, and everything clicks. You know why the sky is blue and why the grass is green. You wake up every morning without a second thought, and you go to sleep without hesitation. You have this overwhelming feeling of happiness and warmth. You feel at peace, you feel like you’re home. You meet this person and you wonder how you ever lived without them. They complete you. They’re the missing puzzle piece. What happens though, when they complete you but you don’t complete them?