Puzzles

Love is what it is. It is perfect. We aren’t. We try jamming our pieces into the puzzle that is love. The majority of the times my pieces don’t fit, but you can still tell what it is. I mean love never ends up looking as it intended. But I think that something in all our hearts realizes what it should look like. So it’s less about what the love looks like, and more about what went into making the love happen. I think that’s what we find beautiful. That’s what we pay for.

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