I am a romantic. I’ve been raised by two people who did everything in their power to show me what real, genuine, all-consuming and free love truly means. So, I’ve never really looked for anything else than the real deal in life, you know?
For me, life has always been about love. That was my first and foremost priority on my list. The greatest value that my entire world revolves around. The foundation of my existence. Loving, being loved, spreading love, vibrating love, breathing love. Existing for love.
It’s what gave my life a meaning. What still gives me purpose.
But there is something about all this that has always bothered me and I’ve never really accepted. Something that most of you out there desperately crave and search for…
The other half.
The truth is, I believe in love, but I don’t believe in having another half somewhere out there.
There. I said it.
I’ve never in my life felt like I need someone to come into my life, rescue me from all the hardships and eventually complete me. I am not a fraction, a piece, a half of something. I am whole. In fact, I’ve always been whole. An entirely independent and unique human being who doesn’t exist in order to be validated by others.
So, I don’t need to be saved, fixed and defined by my partner to feel full, because I already am. The fact that I want a lover in my life, that I enjoy the presence of my favorite person next to me or that I want to hold his hand doesn’t make me less of a person. It doesn’t make me a hypocrite.
I need love, but I don’t need another person to fulfill me and help me find myself.
For I may be worthy of love, but that is not what defines me.
I know this may be a lot to take in for some of you guys, but that’s probably because you’re still afraid of accepting your freedom. It is true, it does come with responsibility. But there is nothing more liberating and life-changing than being a complete human being on your own. Than discovering your true self.
The truth is, I’ve found my destined person. But he’s not my other half. He’s just another whole. Another world. Another universe that fits perfectly into mine. Another human being that exists entirely on their own. And together we create an even bigger wholeness. Our connection is not perfect, it is an imperfect union. But it is whole. In every sense of the word.
So, I refuse to believe in your concept. There is no other half out there. At least not for me. I don’t buy into that. I am not a puzzle. I am more than complete on my own.
I know what sparks up the fire inside of me, I know what puts me down, I know what gives me the strength, I know what takes it away, I know what makes me feel certain, I know what feeds my insecurities. I know what makes me happy, I know what makes me sad, I know what makes me miserable and I know what brings the utmost joy in my life.
I don’t need someone to teach me that. I don’t need another half to help me find myself.
I am already whole on my own.