I am you and you are me.
We both shape each other.
I am sorry for never realizing that you and I are complete just as we are.
I thought you were a half and thus, I have long searched for your other half to make you whole.
Throughout this arduous quest I have risked your happiness and your own completeness.
I took you for granted.
I have sat there and watched you collapse into hundreds of distressing pieces.
Sadly, I also kept on walking when I glimpsed you deep in the ditch full of mud and dirt. I thoroughly ignored the helping hand that you needed.
I thought I was doing you good.
But I was only weakening you. You were never a half.
I am the one who turned you into a half.
But you are not one. You are complete just the way you are.
You don’t deserve…
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