Fineness

I guess... everything is going well.
It's a bit too early to tell,
But I guess it's all going to be fine.
And I am grateful.

So now what?
What is it there to this 'Fineness'?
What do I get out of it?
Isn't it supposed to make things better?

I am missing something.
It's strange that I know what I miss.
It's agonizing to know that I let go of it.
And it's unbearable to recognize that it let go off me too.

Maybe life wasn't so 'fine' for us.
Maybe we thought fineness meant happiness,
We thought happiness meant love.
And unfineness or unhappiness must mean no Love. Right?

We don't need someone to complete us!
But it takes someone to make us feel whole.
We need someone true to share our unfineness.
I had that.

.......And now I Stand alone.