My life on my own is gentle and manageable. I know how to take good care of myself. I can enjoy quiet moments, cook for myself, go out for walks and keep up with my routines. Alone, I am fine.
Still, I’ve come to realize this: life is good by myself, yet it feels incomplete without a lover to share it with.
I don’t need someone to fix me. I just long for that special person. We could move together, cook side by side, read quietly in the same space, or wander slowly outside. All these small joys would taste so much sweeter when shared.
I am already whole on my own, but my heart is waiting for you to make this life complete.