I was just eating some french fries and thought to myself, "These need some ketchup. That'll complete the taste for me."
Then I thought the perfect duo of an Oreo with milk.
Then I thought of you. And Robb.
And as silly as it sounds, he was your ketchup. He was your milk.
The perfect complement of one to the other that, when combined, produces the best combination.
However, a french fry is not the only way to enjoy a potato... and there are certainly other ways to enjoy an Oreo. (Hello.... Dirt Dessert?!)
All of this to say, even though you truly feel that your other half is missing, it doesn't make you any less you.
It just means you're not a french fry anymore.
But you could be a damn good baked potato.
(my college roommate)