how different..

when you realise that you really can't live without that person,
that they are really just a part of you,
when you go to bed at night feeling like your only half of something much bigger than you,
how something can grow from something so simple,
the exchange of glances and the stroke of your fingers on my face,
the way you say my name and the way we fight,
The way we tear into eachother,
The way you know my weaknesses,
the way i know your strengths,
how can i live without you when we've become this?
how ,
when no matter what i do to picture another,
i can't ,
things don't last forever,
good or bad,
but would you mind holding my hand ,
as we discover us again?
hold my hand while i figure out what im doing here again,
and why,
and for who,
me
or you,
i may never find the answer,
but in the end if i look over and my hand is clasped in yours ,
i know i've already found it.