Let me tell you a little something about love.
It does not complete me.
You do not complete me.
We are different galaxies, different dimentions that do not fit like a puzzle piece.
There is a me and there is a you.
But there is an us in the stars we both make, in the futures we create.
There is a togetherness in our time and in our space, you are my continuum.
We are not two halves of one whole.
Simply because that is not how I love.
We are not the black hole that everyone shapes their love around. ******* love into darkness until there is no light to be found.
I refuse to love you like I am scared, killing peices inside me until half is not there.
I refuse to make you my other half because I don't want to lose my whole.
That is not how I love.
That is not how I love.