I think that when we’re born we are a puzzle of one piece, and as we grow and as we mature we develop more pieces and we first find ourselves wanting to give those pieces to other people that mean something to us. Now when that person leaves they take your puzzle piece. and, so this is why we hurt; we have an empty void and what once was a beautiful puzzle is now broken, and we go along searching for something to fill that void so we talk to the next person that we see and we get close to them and we take their puzzle piece and we put it into ours and now strangely enough it fits and you’re whole again and the process continues again and again until we’re gone; by the time we’re laying on her deathbed with our “loved ones” around us we are not even ourselves anymore but bits and pieces of anything and everything we’ve ever come in contact with, it’s beautiful, isn’t it?