When we meet, I will fall in love with the way you breathe.
With the way you do the things you do, whatever it is you do,
and with the way you stare off into space when you
don’t think anyone’s watching. All your annoying
quirks will feel like puzzle pieces that somehow fall into
place against my fragmented personality. But we won’t
complete each other, no. We’re too whole for that. Too
mature for that. Too better-version-of-ourselves to think
this way. You’ll complement me, just as I’ll
complement you.
— Sade Andria
Zabala