I Used to Think Love Would Complete Me

I used to think love would complete me.
I used to think love was the missing piece
the part of me I couldn’t reach.

A heart-shaped hole
that needed to be filled.

And sometimes, love did fill it.
But other times,
I had to take pieces of me
to do the job instead.

Pluck.
Pluck.
Pluck.

I pulled from myself...
sacrificing what no one asked me to.

Translating silences
that felt like they lasted for days.

Until now...
Until today...
2:22 a.m.
I’m lying here,
finally realizing:

The only hole
was the belief
that there was one at all.
A love-shaped hole.

But I was whole
the whole time.

Already one.
Nothing missing.
Nothing needing to be added.

There was nothing so precious
that required my erasure.

There was just me
and a belief
in a hole that didn’t exist.

A belief so deep,
it built a wall
between me and myself.

But now that illusion has crumbled.
And with it,
the wall.

What’s left
is a mirror.

Me
staring back at me.

I never needed someone to complete me.
I was already whole.
Without a hole.

I hope one day you also find

You are already whole
Without a hole

Amy-Alyce
June 2025