Under His Surface

When they were alone, they were completely different.
Like a puzzle that didn't have all of it's pieces. But together they were complete, they all balanced each other out.
Each one had different traits that the other didn't have, which made them unique and special in their own ways.

But he wasn't like they were, he was different that's for sure. But I'm not sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Because every time I came around, he left.