another you

Isn't it weird how the people who have the ability to make us the happiest just end up breaking our hearts? Someone you feel you can relate to more than anyone, you love their company, their humour, their phone calls, their silence, their smile but most of all: their imperfections. You put so much energy into that one person, without even realising it, you centre life around them. Everything goes so well, life seems to rock and you just don't care about anything, as long as your someone is there... then you wake up. You wake up to the imperfections. It hurts. It hurts more and more every day. People die and you miss them, but when people just slip away they are still there, they just didn't choose you. Your life ends. You cant get up and carry on. You have to rebuild it all - become another you.