When we meet, I will fall in love with the way you breathe. With the way you do the things you do, whatever it is you do, and with the way you stare off into space when you don’t think anyone’s watching. All your annoying quirks will feel like puzzle pieces that somehow fall into place against my fragmented personality. But we won’t complete each other, no. We’re too whole for that. Too mature for that. Too better-version-of-ourselves to think this way. You’ll complement me, just as I’ll complement you.
— Sade Andria Zabala