Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Torn.

I'm here and I'm so happy. I'm with my family, my puppy, my home, my bed. I feel whole. 

But that feeling fades quickly when I realize that he's not here. He completes me. I don't care how cliche that sounds, because he truly completes me. We are not broken without each other, but rather we fill in the not-so-perfect spots, and make them full. 

He makes me the best version of myself, and that truly gives me the utmost joy and fulfillment. 

Where do I belong? There, where I constantly yearn for the feeling of home? There, where I feel like I don't fit in with anyone? There, where it's hard to get out of bed everyday because I feel like I don't have a purpose? And there where he is, and I feel like a complete human when I'm with him. 

Or do I belong here? Here, where my family is. Here, where my puppy is. Here, where my home is. Here, where I wouldn't exactly have a job at my favorite place in the entire world. And here, where he isn't. 

I'm torn. I'm ripping at the seams, and no matter where I belong, someone gets hurt. 

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