I do not want to speak out of turn, I remember a conversation about oneness.
You and I become we. We is a pair so still two however close.
I is finally One again but has fully absorbed totally of the other deeply inside. We is redundant, you are what I am. I am what we produced. Sorry if this sounds obscure, words never really explain feelings.
I hope this does not tread on sacred ground.
To a little extent I find a truth in this, as I take on things we shared my strength lies in what we experienced and did together. It does not help the pain that catches unawares when I struggle with something outwardly mundane.
You and I become we. We is a pair so still two however close.
I is finally One again but has fully absorbed totally of the other deeply inside. We is redundant, you are what I am. I am what we produced. Sorry if this sounds obscure, words never really explain feelings.
I hope this does not tread on sacred ground.
To a little extent I find a truth in this, as I take on things we shared my strength lies in what we experienced and did together. It does not help the pain that catches unawares when I struggle with something outwardly mundane.