Sorry if you don't like this XD. I felt like I had to write something that has been around my head for a couple days. This is the result (well, one of the results) of some talks with my mother (well, like you care about it XD). I'm not a very romantic person, so, if I offend you, I ask your forgiveness. Please, say me if it's not in the correct genre.

And please, if you want, make me notice my mistakes in grammar and any other thing you find. Thanks a lot!

Dedicated for both Anonymous Latina (sorry) and my Arnold.

Upss, I forgot the disclaimer XD: I don't own Hey Arnold!

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Incomplete

I wasn't meant to love.
That's what all people said me:
"you won't find your destined person
because you are already complete."

How could I be complete
when I was so torn inside?
I was waiting for him, I believe,
but he never came around.

And I was left alone
and I was selfish...
and last I learned the lesson...
He couldn't love me...
because what I felt was not love
it was obsession
it was madness...
And he didn't deserved that...

I locked away my heart
inside a shoe box in the garage...
and I became bland... uninspired again...
even if my eyes show the world some of my pain.

Some said I softened
he even came close to me, and we were friends,
even with that shadow of doubt on him;
I have to pretend my only truths were lies,
I obligated myself to stop and don't cry...
all because I wanted to really love him.

Yes... that was the main reason behind,
to let my own obsessions about him travel far,
because I wanted to be sane for him...
I gave up in almost everything nearly important to me.
My family understood my need
(or at least my mother and sister,
my father didn't matter anymore),
and gave me support
and made me feel their love
and assured me my individuality,
my freedom,
my correct desires...

And I became a girl...
not that I wasn't one before,
but I knew then, i deserve to be loved...
I was a kid,
I was their child...
I was a human and I had rights.

My father never called me Olga again,
he just stayed out the way...
well, no life can be perfect...

And then I realized
the gleam was back in my eyes...
and it wasn't because of Arnold!
I have a new reason to live...
I realized I should live because of me!

And I wrote again (about him)
and I began to paint,
to dance, to feel safe...
I embraced my soft self,
and it felt so fine...

They tryed to make fun of me,
but I ignored them,
and everything ended within a week.
Even, the ones who wanted to hurt me,
learned the lesson hard way,
I may be soft, but never easy prey.
And Phoebe defended me...
And Brainy (surprisingly) defended me...
Even Arnold, now my best male friend.

I knew Brainy had feelings for me
and I gave him a chance...
but all I could do was like him,
and he understood, and we remained friends.

Arnold finally came to me...
some days after my birthday, in early April.
I tought it was a prank, but it wasn't
and he kissed me,
and he hugged me,
and he said he loved me.

And soon I understood everything,
he fell for my real side...
Not Lila, not the bully,
but Helga, the real one.
And because I broke a part of me...
I was now incomplete!

Because I spent a lot of time
trying to gain
the forgiveness of the people I cared about
(friends, family... and the love of my life)
that I didn't understand
that all I really needed,
all I had to want...
was my own forgiveness,

I had to let go of the past
to face the future
and once I did
I really could love him,
because I could understood what love was.

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I don't know if I should make the Arnold's POV text XD...

If you are going to throw tomatoes, please, better if they are rotten (they are softer that way XD)