This is a picture of me and my sister. Everything you need to know is in the image. I promise, she can breathe just fine.
There are those who tether us to the earth. Who make us feel safe and nourished, so we cling and wrap our lives around them. We call this feeling ‘home’ and we call the relationship ‘my person’, and we consider ourselves lucky to have found someone in possession of all our missing parts.
That is what we have.
An exercise in consensual codependency.
Life transitioned a lot when we were growing up so we often only had each other.
We didn’t so much bloom where we were planted, as bloom where we were transplanted; growing in spite of our planting disadvantages, and possibly ending up more beautiful and resilient as a result.
These are ‘If it weren’t for you' relationships. The kind where two paths are clear, and one of them inevitably leads off a cliff. The kind where storms should have blown you both over again and again, and the only difference to each of you, is the other. You both believe you got the better deal, and no matter how deep the crisis, you always have company. The gift of someone ‘getting’ you.
A perfect balance of opposing strengths and weaknesses.
Sometimes you can actually see your life depending on someone.
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