Whole

When I was a little girl, I always thought that I would grow up to marry someone who I helped make whole. That I would help them become what they could be.

I didn’t think it I would marry a bad boy because he didn’t care or anything like that. I thought I would date and marry someone who was broken that I could slowly help put them back together and we’d be so in love.

How naive.

Now when I say how naive, I don’t mean about love, I mean the rest of it.

As of late I realized love goes two ways. Everyone is broken in one way or another. Or maybe broken is the right word. Maybe cracked is the right word. Either way everyone is cracked somewhere in their life. And when you love someone, maybe they don’t fix you. Maybe they do. I’ve realized I personally have a lot of cracks. I am broken in many places. And in many places I might even been shattered.

Maybe I need someone who I can help heal and they help heal me. Because you go one way and it falls apart.

It’s interesting, love.

Farewell for now.