i don’t know why we do it. i don’t know why we lose ourselves in someone else. i don’t know if it’s because
we feel incomplete
insignificant without a significant other.
i’m trying to understand why our existence is dependent on another, that our saving grace is found in another’s soul.
i want to know why the love we want must be given by someone else, handed to us
instead of sowing the seeds of self love on our own.