I used to think it was dumb as shit when people would get I to a relationship and be like “I found my missing piece!” I used to think - what, weren’t you whole before? Weren’t you your own person? Why do you need to rely on someone to “complete” you?
But the past 6 months or so, I think I’m coming to understand what that absence feels like. I am whole, I am my own person with a great life — getting an education and traveling and loving it.
But there’s this gap - this weird, encompassing loneliness that I can’t shake. And it’s something that isn’t fulfilled with my relationships with my family or even my closest friend. It’s like there’s something just missing.
I crave affection. I want someone to come home to and cuddle with while we talk about our days. Or someone to go out and do something wild with. Or fun. Or mellow. Or just stay in and be lazy with. I want someone who I can talk about anything with. Laugh, joke, be silly, be serious, have thoughtful conversations… It’s not that i need someone to feel complete, but rather someone I can share everything with to make this whole trip even better than it already is, you know? I feel cheesy as fuck for even thinking it, but damn. I do.