The Pieces that Built Me

Every person is a puzzle made up of many different pieces, each connecting perfectly to the pieces around it. After a while, a picture begins to come into focus, and then we, the puzzle creator, can finally make sense of the beauty displayed before us. It was different for me. Some of my pieces were bent or twisted, but I made them fit. It wasn't until I finally let him in that I realized I was missing one important piece... Love. I knew how to give it. What I didn't know was how to accept it--until he showed me how...