no one finds their soul mate when their 16 anyway, right?

Your arm around my shoulders and mine around your waist it's like our anatomys were made for each other, even if our souls weren't.  Our personalities clash like the ocean waves slapping the calloused face of Proposal Rock and in this moment it just doesn't matter because our protoplasms are congruent like the last two pieces of that fucking jigsaw puzzle we've been trying to put together for months. 
Funny that it lies incomplete gathering dust in the back corner of my closet because we can't agree on anything, even if our relationship is susceptible to our cantakerous ways.

Will we ever learn?

I was 16 years old when you asked me to marry you, and I looked at you with all the love and infatuation my still thriving heart could muster as it all poured out of my plain brown eyes.

I swore to them that I loved you then. If you would have told me then that in the next 6 years I'd leave you six times, I would have told you to go shoot yourself in the foot.

If you would have told me that all six times, you'd take me back, I would have said "I know.."

But no one knew then that we'd go through all that we have and still, our future is like that damned jigsaw puzzle, incomplete and a work in progress but we still don't know what it's going to look like, cause guess what? I threw away the box.