I feel like a puzzle with half of its pieces missing.
The only thing that keeps me going is the knowledge that no matter how long I stay incomplete, my other half will eventually find its way back to me, and I will be whole again.
I’ll wait as long as I need to…because in my heart, I know the purpose of a puzzle. And I have found my remaining pieces.
Through all of the mistakes and work, trying to find a perfect match and fitting things together that you know don’t quite belong, you will one day find the combination that creates the other half to your puzzle. There’s only one.
And once you find that combination, that other half, the pieces will eventually come together. And it will fit. One day the puzzle will be completely finished. And it will make everything worth it.