She matches him in every way like the left shoe to his right. Sure they can function alone, but as a pair they are much better. She is the joy and the laughter to his content melancholy, the warmth and sun light to his stark moonscape, the candle that lights up his darkness. This is why she is the one.
She gives him purpose that no occupation or hobby could. She fills voids that he never knew he had, but felt the effects of. She brings to life parts of him he had all but discarded. She gives him someone to care for that in turn cares for him. A garden to tend to that also sustains him. This is why she is the one.
She has demons that toy with his darkness and also take refuge in it. She quenches his thirst and quells his hunger and lust with her vulnerability while challenging his own vulnerability. Like a predator being taunted by its prey. She gives herself to him while providing a space for him to bear himself completely to her. This is why she is the one.
She is what he wished for before he knew how to wish. She is his companion through the journey of life as he is hers. She is his reason to keep growing as he is hers. She is his lust as he is her desire. She is all his mind ever thinks about, all his heart beats for and all his soul longs for. This is why she is the one.
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