To my complicated little friend,
Ever since I saw half of your face, I had to talk to you. And once I did, I was half in love.
The days went by, and weeks, and months, and still, I was half in love. By then, we became half friends, seeing each other every now and then. But, knowing that my half-love would never go anywhere, I half tried for others.
Halfway through all of them, it ended, and you were there. Even if you half went away during those times. Our half-cocked plans never got us anywhere. Our half-baked friends only held us back.
But now, we are both stuck where we don’t want to be. I’m half a person, and half a soul. I’m half of a human life, because the other half is you. The half that is not filled.