We used to be the perfect. We were like two missing puzzle pieces, made to complete each other, that created a beautiful mosaic. Like black and white, we complemented each other. One wouldn't exist without the other.
I was made for you; you for me.
But I guess 'perfect' doesn't exist. It slipped out of our intertwined hands too fast before we could even grasp it.
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It happened slowly. Then all of us lost. For a moment after the loss, we were reunited, and brought victory at a price. And thus, I found myself with a second chance.