She thought, life was a jigsaw.
That the longer she lived the more together she’d feel, the more visible the big picture would be.
But now she knows, there’re no edge pieces. Life is all about matching pieces. But new pieces appear, and old pairs will no longer work. Worse, pieces at the centre are lost. Impossible to replace. The picture must be rearranged.
Standing in a whirl wind, the life she knew blurs. But then she finds a piece that fits from the first hug.
But he already has a perfectly busy picture and nowhere for her to fit.