Bits of me and you

I just realised that when you love someone, you dont realise it but a piece of you starts living in that person. My Dude has been mising for a week, we will get him back somehow that's for sure but I just realised how important he was to me. I also realised how important some other people in my life are - parents, friends, special friends....but if I have left so many little pieces of me inside other people what am I made of? little pieces from people other people who love me?But wait a minute, waht if there's an imbalance. What if I love more people and not enough people love me back? Won't I be left empty, incomplete?

I guess we struggle throughout our lifetime to tally our balance sheets. I dont think it ever balances though. One bit to and fro, some tossed away brutally, some cherished for life, some lovingly cradled and some bits just longing in mid-air...what happens when you try to collect all your pieces back from the people you love or worse people who dont appreciate your love, I think you look complete but so static, so hollow that the 'complete' would be so meaningless. So I'm just going to leave my pieces in people I love, of course, it will hurt but what the hell, at least I'll lead a full life. Touche to that!