• I am not perfect, and neither are you. But together, you and me, our imperfections might match each other's and make two perfect people. Two perfect people that might fall in love and stay in love forever, even in death. Who says that can't happen? Perhaps... Perhaps I have a fear of being alone, a fear that you might not share, so you give me part of your bravery to face that fear, and by doing so, filling in a small hole in my heart. Give me part of you, and I'll give you part of me. We'll trade pieces, filling in the empty spaces of the other's as best as we can until we have literally given each other our hearts. Two perfectly imperfect people, trusting each other, loving each other, and hoping that what we have will not end with the loss of many pieces to the puzzle that are our hearts.