Not The Perfect Fit
How could I not love him? We'd dated for four years in high school. I loved everything that made us the way we were together.
I love how we always knew what the other was going to say. I love how our hands seem to perfectly fit together. I love how there's a magic spark between us when we kiss. I love how we can talk about anything with each other.
On the outside, we're complete opposites. On the inside we're two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
But I'd gotten an offer away from our beloved hometown and my puzzle piece left me. I'd almost completed the whole puzzle, we were set to be married in seven months, our perfect number.
Now, after two year, I was going back home to where I belonged. To finally get married to him. But things kept getting in the way.
Could I ever get him back?
I love how we always knew what the other was going to say. I love how our hands seem to perfectly fit together. I love how there's a magic spark between us when we kiss. I love how we can talk about anything with each other.
On the outside, we're complete opposites. On the inside we're two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.
But I'd gotten an offer away from our beloved hometown and my puzzle piece left me. I'd almost completed the whole puzzle, we were set to be married in seven months, our perfect number.
Now, after two year, I was going back home to where I belonged. To finally get married to him. But things kept getting in the way.
Could I ever get him back?