Unpolished and Unfinished- I call that Progress

I always swore that you were made of fine china.
When I broke you I was devastated.
My intentions were never to polish you and then shatter you.
I lost myself and then found myself after you.
Wrong melody, right song.
We were always meant to be,
Finding what I truly desired took some time for me.
Being alone for so long really advances a person's thought process.
I know where I am going, what I am feeling, what I want and need.
I call that progress.