We merge.
You and I were meant to meet.
I didn’t think we would.
Not again.
We got separated a long time ago.
I left you behind.
Thinking I was better off without you.
You and I were meant to heal.
So we could make each other whole again.
Regain our powers.
We both had our weaknesses and strengths.
You never knew what I would do.
I did not believe you could too.
You and I were meant to be.
To become, to merge.
Into one.
