Can anyone be an island?
Can we exist without the other, without the presence of the one that leads us to fulfillment?

At times, at moments of complete sadness, I think no.  I think, no, we can’t — we need each other.  I, as a lone person, need you.  Need you.  Need you.

I know you can’t give me all I want, all I need, now — but I wait.  I wait in constant anticipation.  My life is open to you.  My life is yours to mold.

You, you are the one.

With you, I have no fear, no worry, no hesitation.  With you, I have no other reason for my presence.