It’s all too familiar, this feeling.
Like it’s right.
That it all feels like puzzle pieces fitting together,
satisfying and exciting all at once.
How the different shapes fit snugly into one another. Sides abutting and edges touching.
Like you want to know what’s going to come next.
What piece you’re going to find.
What the big picture is going to be.

It’s like a huge puzzle.
The intricacies and the complexities of a person.
All rolled and mixed and twirled into one big picture.

Which, on first impression, is shattered into a million pieces.
And then, with each breath, each touch, each secret,
You find piece after piece,
Jigsaw after jigsaw,
Picture after picture.

Until all the colours,
all the twists and turns,
All the nuances
Come together and you finally see them in all their wonder.
And then you decide.

You decide, if it was worth it.
And you decide, if there is hope.