I know I've not been alive forever, but I've been waiting longer than eternity to find the compliment to my own completeness. I didn't know what to look for or where to search, so I patiently anticipated the reveal of the meaningful mystery.
It was you. All this time, in all this eternity, I was waiting for you. All the nights I lay sleeplessly feeling whole but not entire, it was your empty space napping on the cold underside of my pillow. Before I knew your name or how your wholeness would fit perfectly into mine, it was you I was looking for. It has always been you.