I realise 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.