You’re mine; I’m yours.
But you aren’t me. I’ll never be you.
And that’s OK. That’s totally OK.
I won’t edit you as per me.
As per my narcissistic notion of perfection.
As per my insecure jealousies and inferiorities.
As per my selfish conveniences.
I won’t demand you add my ideas to you.
I won’t ask you to subtract you from you.
I’ll never need you not to be you.
You were my choice.
And your distinct existence is nature’s choice.
I won’t force my choice to override nature’s.
I’m no god. I’ll never want to be.
I’ll be just a human. And I’ll always love you.
For being you.
© Counselor Apoorva | Psychologist
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