Not perfect but complete.

For the first time in my life, that I can remember, I feel complete.
I need nothing or no one to make me whole.
All the time and energy that I spent on searching for that extra piece or person that I felt the need to add is now time and energy I can spend otherwise. I don't feel the need to find something or someone that would complete me. Make me whole.
It's not that I've changed. Or maybe I have? Or maybe I just grew into myself the same way a child grows into shoes that was bought a little bit to big?
I'm not perfect. I'm not without flaws. I just am. Me.
Imperfect with flaws and complete.