I realize now that I’m attracted to you for the same reason I can’t be with you: you can’t change.
And I have no problem with that, but it clearly means I have a problem with myself.
I’m sure there’s no perfect version of me. I’m sure I’ll just unify species after species and never really be complete.
But I know how it goes with us. I lose who I am and become part of you. Because in a strange way, you’re better at what I do without even trying.
Yours, and nobody else’s,