This is Healthy

I thought I was chasing love, but I was just chasing you. And though I was obsessed in a zealous desperation, I had never been more honest. I squeezed and dripped more drops of truth into those three words than they should have been able to hold. Build up one thing and strip all others. And all the fragmented bits of personalities--the fractions that are supposed to form a whole, don't. There is an almost person with a missing piece the size of you. You used to crawl inside. I'd stroke your tiny ears, protect you from the rain. Until one day, you no longer fit. Not entirely. Not perfect. It was a struggle for us both. I tried to understand, tried to keep the panic tucked away where I thought it--and you--belonged. But I learned you can't keep yourself a prisoner to yourself. Not forever. I was holding on in a hopeless hope.