In the beginning you balanced not knowing me and wanting to know more, then you balanced learning about me vs. what you had thought you already knew, getting to know my strengths and weaknesses, balancing all so easily. Then you balanced my friendship with your ego, both of them constantly clashing sometimes both about to fade and crack under the strain, you put it through. In doing that you then balanced what you told me vs. what you decided to hold back, you balanced my sorrow and heartache vs. your "pretending not to care" Then you balanced the strength that I gained from moving on and forward with what you thought I was capable of overcoming. We balanced easily if not completely, even at that given point. Along with that our conversations were easily matched, knowledge vs. knowledge both always thirsty for more. Along with wanting, we wanted more of one another, to be in each others company constantly, space, at any given time, now we balance our friendship, our relationship and our love for one another as if it was meant to be balanced like this all along, like a scale were evenly matched we balance one another out, despite the extra weight that we sometimes add to our sides we always end up even once again. we fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle, attracted to one another like magnets, if not so being the better half, other half of me, no one knows me like you do and vs. versa, balanced to be fit together
