"Incompletion is the very thing that makes a love story complete."
He said it - calmly, rationally - but somewhere deep inside, he hoped it wasn't true.
He was logical, precise - a man who dissected his way to truth.
She was sharp, intuitive - a girl who felt her way through the world, and sometimes, beyond it.
Both carried their pasts like shadows stitched to their skin.
One was still hiding.
The other, still healing.
When they met, something unfolded - not like fireworks, but like a quiet room filling slowly with light.
A slow-burn lyrical tale that crosses the boundaries of age, culture, and geography - and finds its home in the unspoken.
A very sad, very freely written and poetic, very introspective recollection of lost love and all the confusion and pain it caused and the subsequent search for one's self once the other half is gone.