🧩Will You Be My Puzzle Piece?🧩

Your hair falls softly against my neck—

I don’t say how it hushes the chaos.

Your head rests gently on my chest—

I don’t say how I breathe easier beneath you.

Our legs entwine, naturally, perfectly—

🧩like puzzle pieces, fitting without force.🧩

And it becomes so clear, even if I never speak it aloud…

🔗 Our paths weren’t just meant to cross—

they were meant to connect. 🔗

To form this quiet intersection

where life asks us to

🛑 pause 🛑

and just exist here, together.

Yes, the world has chipped away at me,

left me with jagged edges and missing pieces—

🧩 a shadow of who I used to be.🧩

But I don’t say how maybe that’s the point—

that in our imperfect shapes,

we’re somehow perfect for each other.

I don’t say how being with you

makes life feel a little less heavy.

🧩 A little more like home.🧩

And maybe… just maybe,

that’s how the bigger picture begins to make sense.

But I never say these things aloud.

I just lie beside you,

wondering if you feel them too.

So if I ever found the words—

Would you be my matching puzzle piece?

🧩 Yes… or No? 🧩