I love the night
But he loves the day
I love old music
But he has something different to say
How can two things be completely different yet one cannot exist without the other. A pair of polar opposites, a balance, A perfect half.
He was happy
I was sad
He had a good life
Mine was bad
But perhaps being broken cant exist without perfection, otherwise it has no measure.
He was the happy to my sad
The good to my bad
We effortlessly worked together
Like body and soul
A half to a whole
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Opposite Souls
FanfictionHe was everything I wasn't I was everything he wasn't But perhaps thats why we attract one another
