You are the little pieces of everyone I've ever loved. I am in love with little pieces of you because you are everyone all at once, and you are me, yet who are you? I don't even know you yet, though I'd like to say I've known you for a lifetime, deep inside all the little pieces.
Why is everything in pieces? My heart is in pieces, my old loves are in pieces, even you...you are in pieces, broken up and organized into sections that I can understand. I need you, right now, and I want you, but I don't know why, and I don't know why not. Love doesn't make sense, even though it exists in all the little pieces, in all the different shapes and sizes in the world. So many questions to ask, but no answers to be had. So many mysteries hiding in so many locked rooms; how can we know them?
Each moment in our forever is marked by milestones to our end, but still we keep reaching, wanting to find that road. I know you want to find it too. We can look together, for a little while...who knows what we'll find?
written on July 11th, 2009
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