Patches

Their life was as perfect as it could have ever been.
It was great.
They loved each other even if the world around them seemed to be against them. They stood up and faced the world. They were strong.
But life and fate , two wicked entities ,where their main enemies.
Just one mistake and there was a divide. A beautiful one at that.
One so flawed yet so perfect enough to slash two joined hearts.

I used to believe they could stay strong one way or the other but it's seems they have to pick up their pieces make the best out of the patches they have left to show their enemies how flawed yet beautifully perfect they have become in this war of twists and turns.