Never complete.. There's my 1/2 and there's theirs, to conform some of my unique units.

There was a time when my life would go around a silver chain with a coin on it, carrying it everywhere as a bracelet in my hand. It represented how I felt and the bond that we had created... Just a 1/2.

As music comes to my ears, a special song about a girl named Annie came to me and my life never went back to being the same after he played some brothers called Craig. A sense of attraction and a game well played... Just a 1/2.

Common and repeated visits to cold spaces and the fixing up in front of a mirror before going to see him, in love with the image of something forbidden and the reflect of a brighter version of me. Being codependent of those moments and there goes another 1/2…

With my hand extended I touch a face, feeling the skin from the forehead to the chin… as an expression of love and care as he taught me a while ago, for as long as he kept that key hanging in his chest we loved each other… Just a 1/2..

A certain time when we couldn’t sleep or rest, songs that would play in our heads during the whole day and the expectation before our daily calls. A feeling of belonging with another lost soul that knew how bad it felt.. The t-shirts I kept to myself as part of that wasted 1/2…

The chance of believing in destiny beyond power and control, the taste of lips from heaven and one lost answer to get away from his car and his roof, a very last 1/2 that hasn’t settle in my table yet.

Those are just mine, and they’re the only masters and owners of the other 1/2... Our imitations of life.