The feeling of adventure, like the beginning of summer, school's a world away. Sparkling waves, what's underneath? I'm a wreckless, a spontaneous. It kills me to stay in one spot. Absence from the sea is like the absence of you by my side. I turn to look at the endless water spanning out before me but instead my glance falls to my tanned, weathered hand and scarred wrist. The hand that's used to the familiarity of yours. Why does love always have to be the puzzle with the missing piece? You pick the puzzle off the shelf because it has a neat picture or you're bored. You work on it, and just when the last piece is about to fall into place, you realize that it's not the right one. It's from a different puzzle, and no matter how hard you try you can never make it fit. Then you give up and you're defeated, you smash the puzzle to pieces again and shove it back on the shelf just like someone may have shattered your heart and you had to take it back. Then you swear to yourself that you will never try to do another puzzle again because that one took so much time and effort and you never got to finish it. This is why love is a puzzle, and so guard your heart carefully, and don't judge a puzzle by it's box because it doesn't tell you if all your pieces will fit, if he'll be the right match for you.
