You complete me

When did we become okay with settling for less?
Why do we accept something incomplete just to feel complete?
We ignore our feelings to make some else happy,
In ways that we feel is the best and they don't expect.
And then we question it all when it doesn't go as WE expect.
How did we become so blind and closed minded?
How can we expect something perfect when we aren't perfect either?
How can we expect someone to give us their all when we can't either?
It is our mistakes that define us but also make us stronger and define us.
Two incomplete and broken pieces of a puzzle,
Two rough and jagged edges which really don't fit anywhere at all,
Join together to paint the perfect picture.
That's why people in love tell each other.... You complete me.