We live in the same book – we are both the main characters in each other’s special story, yet we do not feel complete.
I think I am missing out a page in yours, and you are missing out a page in mine. Only God knows when we can join those missing pages together.
We both know that we might be perfect for each other, we might be able to create a very fine book of us, together, but still,…
Now, we are not in the same plot. We are just the two characters living in a different plot, a very different one.