Pieces and fragments

We are like pieces and fragments that fill up upon each other to finally create a final picture.

Falling down from different points, bumping into each other at unexpected moments, sticking together and taking the fall together, leaving halfway throughout the fall. 

Being side by side during the fall, atop or under, a certain distance apart, perfection, imperfection. 

At the end of the day when we land upon ground zero, when we accept each other into our lives, be it fitting perfectly side by side, at weird angles, slanted with a gap, what matters is that that's what we wanted and that we live comfortable in each other's arms.