| Roxana | 15 | Iasi | Romania |
Some people, they can’t just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me… I don’t know. I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just…something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.
It’s just you meet someone, and everything clicks. You know why the sky is blue and why the grass is green. You wake up every morning without a second thought, and you go to sleep without hesitation. You have this overwhelming feeling of happiness and warmth. You feel at peace, you feel like you’re home. You meet this person and you wonder how you ever lived without them. They complete you. They’re the missing puzzle piece. What happens though, when they complete you but you don’t complete them?