“I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.”

“How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.”

“I tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that only works out for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments can't help but, make a whole.”

“We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.”

“So many versions of just one memory, and yet none of them were right or wrong. Instead, they were all pieces. Only when fitted together, edge to edge, could they even begin to tell the whole story.”

“Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.”

“So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.”