Aristotle believed that originally there were three human beings. One looked like two men stuck back to back, another like two women, and the last a man and a woman. We were powerful and complete until the Gods became jealous and fearful of us. They split us all in two, and created a large storm to blow us all away from each other. They sewed the wound created up into our bellybutton, to constantly remind us of what we lost.
I remember the first day I found you, and I felt the tug of my heart and my stomach, screaming that maybe this is what I’m supposed to have been looking for, even though I walk around with my eyes closed and my hands over my ribcage, because love is far too painful for comfort.