You shove yourself together with person after person, trying to make it fit – to make it fill the gap alongside your soul. And somehow, when you find that missing piece, you just know.
It isn’t magic. Everything isn’t suddenly and miraculously hunky-dory in your life. You still have problems, worries, real-life dramas, and tiffs behind closed doors.
Yet you know, with every fibre, every cell in your body, that they are the missing chunk of yourself that you lost so long ago. You’re comfortable from the get-go. You fit together like a really well-worn jumper, even if it is the kind with an over-sized snowman on the front. You just know.
And you know this because after so long, you feel as though you can finally stop searching.