It seems Love is only something I’m allowed to have and enjoy in pieces. The puzzle never quite comes together. I Love those pieces with all my heart. I realize that I may never complete that picture. It might not be for me to accomplish. Some of those pieces I’ve covered with gold. They deserve to stand out, even if only in memory. And this piece right HERE? I want you to have, for always. Keep it somewhere safe. But keep it close. We may never make contact again, but know you’ll always have that part of me with you. You may need it to get to you thru something. you may need it to laugh to yourself on a rough day. you may need it on a day where you’re reminising on good times. You deserve it. I’ll be fine without it. And with the pieces I have left? I’ll just slap em together and call it art. Art is Love. Love is forever. I am forever.