Tonight I came to a realization.
That each one of us is broken.
And to portray:
Possibly our life is like an incomplete puzzle.

If we are fortunate, we might find our missing pieces and make us whole.

Till we discover our missing pieces,
We will try to fill the void.
Searching for something that will make us feel less lonely.

Aren't we all lonely?

every time she look back over her shoulder,
it's always the ghost of him that follows.

“I think it’s better this way” he whispered against her ear.

She smiled seemingly agree with his words.
“We shouldn’t take a risk in the first place” she muttered.