Better Half

I’d like to use the cliche line that goes “you’re my better half”, but that wouldn’t be true.

Rather than two halves of a whole, I like to think of us as two different colours of paint that blend into one.

They can’t be separated. They’re not what they used to be, but what they are now wouldn’t be without what they used to be.

But I suppose I must try to equate your calm blue and my chaotic orange to some halves of an object, maybe a wishbone so we can have luck, or you being the top half of our hour glass, pouring into the bottom half that is my life.

I like having you around, and I like that you’re not a half. I like that you compliment me and I like that sometimes it makes no sense why we work.

Kassy_Lu