Whole I want to know why you think you aren't whole. Who told you this? Who told you that your soul is split down the middle—a wide expanse of barren nothingness... half full unless another being replenishes it? Who told you that you are only complete if someone comes along and stays and takes up residence next door to your self—worth? Who told you that you only contain half the amount of love that you will need to make your way through this life? Why do you think that half of you resides and belongs within someone else? You are perfectly complete in your singleness. Just you. You are whole.