What if she was the one? Like the one who came before and the one who is yet to come?
Why does there have to be the one? Why can we not enjoy the many?
When we find that we can exist on our own two feet why do we seek the one?
Do we want to share out of an altruistic sense of wanting to let the one in on what happiness really is?
What if your happiness was based only on your own sense of yourself?
What makes her the one? Is it her sense of what you project to others or is it she feels the same way?
What if the projection you make is only the bait to lure the one and you seek to find that happiness within her sphere of influence?
What if we two seeking oneness decide that it was never an option in the first place?