There was a mental block in her mind about him. A huge wall in between her imagination of him because he already had his puzzle piece even though it didn't fit quite right, he was loyal to the piece and he cared about this piece. She thought about him on occasion and how he always seems to light up a room.
She had to stopped herself. It would never happen, he was never going break apart from the piece. He loved that game. I guess games get tiresome and learn to love other games in a lifetime.
That day he told her was like music to her ears though she worried if she was just a replacement or a time place because she couldn't the right piece for him.
There were many other games to play, how could he choose her.
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I don't know the answers
RandomPenny for your thoughts. These are just a few thoughts of mine. This is just a way to out let them.
