One

All my life I'd been out of place, to my family, to the place I'm living in, to the relationships I've been in. Everything never seemed to match and I was fine by it.

Then I found my place with her.

Things were broken and fragile but it always felt right. After all, the shattered pieces can still form the memory of what it once was just by putting it in the right place.

Nothing broken ever meant the end. . .

It was my mistake of not seeing that.