em>"I'm afraid that we will become history as soon as the puzzle is finished."
Looking down at my jigsaw I
understand that the picture below is now made of
South African wine, bouldering summer storms, and pieces of garlic in the hands of a dancer who does not
Dance. Only in your arms, I could breathe the best way an asthmatic could. But as a misunderstood
Puzzle Girl, I would always give you the last piece of my jigsaw - knowing that you'd keep the finishing piece in your box of
treasures. Kept a secret. Like the fact that we both hate to love but keep believing that this too shall pass
as the cancer is eating out our bodies and we fight our separate wars.
You are making history
And I look down at my unfinished jigsaw
knowing that without you
my picture will never be