Puzzles. They come in all different shapes, sizes, colours, and difficulties. They can be easy. They can hard. They can be complex. They can be simple. It could be a "physically there" puzzle... simply figuring out how to get a job done. It could be solving a math equation. It could be engineering a machine. It could even just be doing one of those 500 piece puzzles you love. Those are the easy, colourful puzzles in the simple shape of a square,
And then, there are puzzles of the heart and mind. You can't see them, but they're there. These puzzles are a bit harder to figure out.A puzzle of the mind could be many, many things. It could be dealing with your inner demons. It could be fixing your broken heart. It could be overcoming your worst fear. It could very possibly be discovering yourself. Who you are and where you're meant to be. Who you're supposed to be with. Puzzles of the heart and mind are the most difficult, dark and damp puzzles, in a complex design of twists and turns.
Whatever it may be, puzzles are a big part of life. Relationships can always be one of the biggest
Have you ever seen two people who obviously love each other, but have never really say it out loud? Have you ever seen two people who are in love, but aren't allowed to say it? Have you ever seen the pure guilt on one's face when they leave the other, if even just for a short time? Have you ever seen that heartbroken look in one's eyes when their lover is with another? Like a missing puzzle piece? A missing part of their heart? Harry and Louis seem to be those puzzle pieces that are stuck together, like the cardboard was cut all the way. They're connected at the hip. Inseparable. That is, until someone snips the cardboard.
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RandomOnce in a while, not very often, there is a love shared between two people. A bond so strong, a love so pure, that nothing could ever ruin. That is what is called true love. Some say it's a myth, others have proof that it is, in fact, real. There's...
