What if, the person I am “supposed” to be with, does not exist anymore… Dead… in an accident, at child-birth… aborted?!
What then? Who/ what completes me then?
Am I meant to carry on knowing that I am half-built… never to be whole… for the rest of my next 60 odd years… maybe more?
What if, the person I am “supposed” to be with, is a fool, or ill, or unwell, or lying unconscious somewhere?
What then? Who/ what completes me then?
Am I meant to live out the rest of my life knowing that the one I am meant to be with is too preoccupied with unthinking thoughts of me?
What if, the person I am “supposed” to be with, is already engaged to someone else… Married… in a relationship… with a man… is now a monk!
What then? Who/ what completes me then?
Am I meant to go on knowing that my “the-one”, chose differently, someone that was not meant to be… someone that is not me.
What if, the person I am “supposed” to be with, does not exist… never meant to be… never was… never will be!
What then? Who/ what completes me then?
Perhaps I shall make peace with the idea that I am, was and will always be complete. I was never waiting really… just hoping… to live out my life… in the company of one other complete person, just like me.
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