What if true love doesn't exist?
What if every fairytale ending is meaningless,
And two people can never be whole
Because we are greater than the sum of our parts?
What if the Symposium was a lie?
What if we're not perfect halves,
But puzzle pieces all thrown on a table,
Scrambling to find our best fit in the pile?
What if we have no perfect fit?
What if we snap ourselves into pieces we hope will
Reveal a bigger picture—because
We yearn for one to exist, and to be part of it?
What if soulmates are a fallacy?
What if love is less about wanting to find
Others, and more about not wanting
To lose ourselves?
What if love doesn't matter?
What if we're so afraid of being silence in the void,
We'd rather be background noise in collective static
Than an unheard melody?
What if we're so desperate to be remembered,
We don't dare to be known?
Photo Credit: Mike van Schoonderwalt
