Since the divorce, I lack something. I’m empty, just a hull. Nothing left to give. Coldness echoes inside me.
But there’s him. His reason, his strange point of view, his caring nature responds to me. How? I don’t know. He drives me crazy, scares me to death. He makes me face myself, look at myself from a different angle, and accept what I see, because what he sees is... good. Why? Don’t ask me. It just is.
My soul lives outside my body. He fills me, defines me. Together with him I feel complete; about to lose it, but complete.