🧩Will You Be My Puzzle Piece?🧩

And as your hair falls, oh so softly, around my neck…

And as your head is nuzzled, oh so gently, above my chest…

And as our legs interconnect, oh so perfectly, linking together, 🧩like matching puzzle pieces,🧩

it becomes oh so clear…

🔗 Our paths were not only meant to cross, but they were meant to connect, 🔗

creating a 🚦beautiful intersection🚦, upon which to

🛑🛑🛑 STOP 🛑🛑🛑

and enjoy this beautiful thing called life.

Yes, the world may have managed to strip us of our innocence, remolding our initial shapes.

Yes, in all of our imperfections, we begin to resemble pieces of a puzzle; jagged edges with gaping crevices… 🧩a morphed version of who we once were.🧩

But perhaps, there really is beauty in our imperfections.

And perhaps, we don’t need to be ‘perfect’ to be ‘perfect for one another.’

And perhaps, this thing called life makes a little more sense…

and is a little more manageable…

when matching puzzle pieces 🧩link together.🧩

And perhaps, that is the key to a better understanding of the BIGGER PICTURE.

So…

Will you link together with me, and be my matching 🧩puzzle piece?🧩

Yes or No

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