It’s not like I wasn’t whole, but I have always had jagged edges - sunken crevices. Before, when someone tried to get close, their flat or rounded sides could never quite reach the deep parts of me. Until, I met you - with all your sharp points. I thought for certain you’d leave your scars, and I’d leave mine - like we both always do. But, somehow, your sharp points nuzzle my crevices, and my jagged edges fill yours comfortably. I never would have known if I never met you, but there’s always been a place for you in me.