I think we each have our “happiness pattern,” the things we do/say/love that make us smile. And there’s someone–actually, many someones–whose happiness pattern is compatible with ours. This is not another person who ‘completes’ us (sorry, romance writers, we’re already complete exactly as we are). This is another–also complete exactly as they are–who, in combination with us, makes for one kick-ass whole.
I know my someone is looking for me, just as I seek him. And we will find each other. But in the meantime, I’m celebrating me!
Me! Me! Me! It’s all about me!