You meet a lot of people and one seems just right. Right then. Rght in the moment. It might collapse soon- you never know. But peace, it was meant to collapse as they weren’t quite as right anymore.
It takes a village to raise a child? It takes a village to raise the adult too. It takes a whole lot of fragmented souls to make you the sparkle you are.
The gentle glow of the souls orbiting you, might turn into shards that sting. And that’s when you need to let them go. Wait for the firefly to buzz at a distance again. You can follow it to reclaim the light.
You can be sure the right fragments will follow.