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.