I had a dream, and that dream was about I'm building the puzzle.
Each piece of the puzzle I'm building in my dream is a memory of mine, all the fun things, the serious things, the sad things, and the painful things.
After I compile them---my memories.
There's one left, it's a different one.
If I could just fit it then the puzzle would be completed.
But no matter how many times I tried, I can't make a solo piece fit in.
It's a different shape and it glows, and without understanding why, the puzzle lays unfinished.
And then I woke up from my dream.
The reason that couldn't fit the puzzle was that the person I fell in love with so much that they can't be my memory.
