There's a reason your parents never tell you that you are destined to be alone forever. They hope, pray, that you will find your other half. The thing they don't realize is that some people are fragments, and can never be whole.
Unless of course you are ok with having a mass orgy with every fragment of your whole...
But is it possible to love multiple people? To have more fragments of your whole?
There is a reason they have so many names for it. Soul mate, true love, other half, ect. Because they aren't all the same, and they aren't all equivalent.
If I told you that you were my soul mate... It merely means you are the closest and dearest friend I have.
If you are my other half... Well I suppose you are a saint or something. My other half is the part of me that isn't.
If I say you are true love... I mean just that. I love you in every sense of the word. The purest, truest love possible. You are not my fragment, but every fiber of my being that prevents me from falling apart. You are the air I breathe, the words I speak, the strings that guide me, body and soul. That is true love.
*sigh* However I'm not exactly sure where I am going with this... I just felt alone and sad and angry and depressed and started typing. I guess the root of my issues lately is that I am alone.
I have friends, sure, but I am still empty, a shell. I am here, but hollow. I feel the gaping hole in my chest, and ache for what is missing. Like a blade wrenching in my gut, I feel the hole grow wider, and more of me erode away. I reach out, grasping at the fading tendrils, and lose myself loss.
My fragments are lost, never to be found...
Hmm... That was poetic in some sort of emo way...
Ulllghhhhh so alone!!! DAMN!
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