When the separation of two halves walked in two different paths, She carried my half with her, and I carried hers with me.
The two paths struck in a circular motion and the halves eventually meet in the endless angle.
For twenty days our paths were in the same direction, where I, was stuck in an illusion, for I am never complete without my own self to be whole.
And i gave the half of my whole to her.
And she gave the half of her whole to me.
twenty days I felt eternal.
twenty days she felt home.
and the path separates to a road called hope of another meet.
My whole is her.
And I am nothing.