Do You Like Yours Too?

I really like independency. In fact, I revel in it. It's not just something I participate in, it's a quality I identify my identity with. Without independency, I don't feel like me. But here I am. And here you are. I want this to work. Badly. Irritatingly badly. I don't even want to admit how badly. And I know the steps, I get the process, we slowly start asking or offering favors of each other, then suddenly, we can't remember how we did those things by ourselves when the other person wasn't doing it for us, and then we can't remember what it feels like to be alone, and then suddenly, that facet of my identity, that piece of me, is gone. I'm no longer independent, I'm dependent. And I sacrificed a part of myself. I sacrificed a part of myself for you. I don't like that. I mean, I do. It's romantic, and people change for the better in relationships, and you make me a better person, but for God's sake, isn't that scary? Isn't that terrifying? Pulling away pieces of myself for someone else? Is that what's supposed to happen? I think the answer is yes. Presumably, you're changing, too. If it's healthy, than we both change. If it's healthy, then we each pull away pieces of ourselves, but we patch them with pieces of each other. If we're both sacrificing, but both growing, then it's okay. It's a two-way street. I'm okay with the answer being yes. But only if this is real. I like my independency. But do you like yours, too?