Two is better than one.
This is why humans are born with;

Two feet to walk us through the obstacles of life.
Two legs to hold the weight of ourselves through the lowest of times.
Two arms to carry those who need our help.
Two hands to treasure the littlest things in our life with such care.

But we were only given one heart and one mind, to find the second in someone who we find just as perfect as our true self.

Not one but two, it gives you the diversity and creates that possible outcome that no one will understand.
To you it's clear, it has a reason, only to make you happy.
When you see it you know it.
You get lost in perfect stillness.
It all makes sense when you can't let go.
When you look you see exactly what you need to see.
Look deeper and you see what they want you too see.
Inflection is the strongest feeling.
When I look, I see what no one else will or can but it's perfect.
I don't want them seeing what I see.

Otherwise it wont be as special  as it is.

How common is it to find a feeling like that?
To feel absolutely free and wondrous at the most.
How every touch can over power every moment.
How the smallest kiss can cure all disease.
How could something that pure belong to the simplest form of a human?
Being simple, isn't pure, pure is being yourself.
And only the best can bring a human to its true self.

When you catch him looking at you, everything he could ever want is right there;
Trust, loyalty, happiness, pleasure.
He feels everything he could ever want but when he catches you, looking at him, you see everything. Every flaw, every disaster they've ever created. Everything they've destroyed and ruined and flipped upside down. There is a difference between love and lust.
He loved me, I only lust him.

Is everyone ******* blind?
Did no one see what I was like?
Did no one notice how clean my arms were?
Did no one hear how loud my laugh was?
Did anyone notice?
Was I trapped in my own imagination?
Did I really fall for him?

Its going to be okay I told myself.
But what is 'OKAY'?
When the world finally stops?
When the resists stop being first choice?
When a permanent smile is the only thing that shows?
I don't know what feels like to be okay.
But I know what it feels like, when I don't feel like crap.
And when I don't think about him, I don't feel like crap.
I feel, what I believe is to be okay...

"Because you were madly in love with him? He was the person who made you feel safe, I don't know how to explain it but you know when you see someone who is  truly in love with the one they are with? You can just see it in their eyes, both of them. That's what I saw in you, every time you were with him or ever talking about him, it was like you were in a trance."

I have all these secrets that shouldn't be shared.
Secrets shared are then turned into thoughts, regrets, even wishes.
No matter how fast my head spins, how hard my headache pounds.
I can't share what's needed to be said.
To anyone, not anyone.
I mustn't, I can't.
Secrets need to be kept hidden and shall be remained until reviled.

Forget his name, you must forget.
You murmur in your sleep.
Forget his face, try even through closed eyes.
Forget his touch, one that you miss so.
Forget all the times you shared.
Forget the feelings he made you feel.
Forget his words, all those promises still unkept.