I am complete, when he comes he will be an extension of who I am, as a whole, as someone who already has a defined identity as someone who is enough for living, for being..
I am complete now, and when he comes we will dissolve as two wholes to make something deeper, but am whole, not just a piece cut on something greater, not just a fragment that won’t make sense unadded to ,
I am complete and when he comes he will find me defined , and knowing who I am, without him, without anyone but the absolute me that is, the absolute me that lives, a life already full
I am complete that when he comes he will find me with no doubts, of whether I like black or blue so that he can be the one to tell me
I am complete, and when he comes he will find me ready not to hide the nakedness of my soul, my known flaws, and mistakes of the past , he will find me living with them as another thing that makes the whole of my completeness
I am complete, with the self, that loves its self, that forgives itself, that is kind to its self…as if towards someone really important and deserving
I am complete, and joy he will find me with, joy he will find me knowing , so that I am ready to give and with open arms to receive, and that the joy he will bring he will find my heart knowing
And in my completeness and his we will extend. To oneness and form a rock…