Jumbled around and swirling As if the memories are the just-flushed toilet with the water racing to get out.
It was the little things. That pieced it all together And finally the pieces fit right, as if your friendship was a puzzle. You had finally found that one person who got you.
The one person who laughed with you for 20 minutes over absolutely nothing. The person who trudged around town with you Your flip-flops slapping against the pavement. The person who went same movie twice in a day Just so you both got to make out with your boyfriends. The one person who you had a couples name with And an anniversary with, too.
But eventually, You will realize that the perfect fitting pieces were Jammed together to make the puzzle fit And the puzzle picture that you once thought was beautiful Makes no picture at all.