Incomplete...

"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.  When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves.  We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost.  That is what I imagine love to be:  incompleteness in absence."  Edmond & Jules de Goncourt


THIS is how I used to feel!  THIS is why it was so extremely important for me to have contact with her!  It was the 1st time I'd ever felt this about someone...bleh...but whatever...