21.

And so I loved you for real.

Not because I felt sorry...

Or because. I needed to love you.

It was because I love you and I saw that

The remaining pieces of you

Were as beautiful as the stars up above

As we see them through the window of your chamber.

Your heart was as beautiful as the most exquisite painting there is

And loving you completed me,

As I was broken myself

And you are my missing piece.