Humans = jigsaw puzzles

I think there is a strange but understandable feeling of knowing that you'll always be made of the fragments of people that were with you in life and their little nuances are what you picked up on and now do it as if it were you ....

Do I make the tea my best friend told me to drink when I'm sick.... yes, do I specifically wear white socks in my shoes.... yes even though they get dirty too fast )yess..., arranging my books the way my school librarian told me to, having a notes app list of all the funny things people said or I said to look back on cause my best friend does it, wearing pastel nail polish, fixing scratches with nail polish and markers cause I saw my father do that to toy cars, the weird flavoured soda that ain't that weird anymore,.... the list could go on

but

I think in the end regardless of the mosaic of a million habits it is who you sit down and join the jigsaw pieces with ..

it is who you accept the fragments from and all, for and with.