Perfectly Puzzling

I often wonder how I got to "here"

Each time I reach a turning point

I look back at the choices I made,

The bad ones, the good ones,

The ones that seemed to just be fate.

I used to think love was all about attraction

Or at least shared interests.

Those things are good to have

But they aren't even close to the kind of love

I have been searching for my entire life

I want to find that person or persons

Who just "fits"

It is so satisfying when you do a jigsaw puzzle

Placing each piece until you can see the picture forming

Each piece made to fit in a certain place

Fitting perfectly together

Only now do I see the difference between

A puzzle and a relationship

I started as a perfectly shaped piece

A piece that is now shaped completely different

All the good, the bad, and fate

Wearing down the curves and corners

Until I didn't fit anywhere

I am like that piece you find

Way back behind the shelves

When you are moving things around

You take out all the puzzles

Looking for the one lacking

Only to find it must have been one

You threw away because it was incomplete

Inexplicably, you hang on to the piece

Just in case...

That is how I got here

At the right place

At the right time

With the other forgotten pieces

So many worn out parts

Not fitting anywhere

Yet somehow, someway

Fitting next to each other perfectly