True love doesn't complete you. It keeps you company.

We grew up hearing that the right person would complete us — as if we were half a person waiting for our other half.

But you're already whole. The best love doesn't fill a missing piece. It rows beside you. Each person with their own boat, their own oars, their own strength — choosing to travel the same water.

That kind of love is freer and steadier. Nobody has to carry the other. Nobody has to disappear to fit.

Whole people, side by side. That's the dream.