The puzzle piece that completes the picture.
Actually the piece that makes it beautiful and meaningful.
Without this piece, the picture is not yet structured, finalised... It is simply incomplete.

The air without which we can't breathe, or live in the first place.
The water, the sun, the stars...

Wow, I realise I turn into a romantic freak when he's gone.
And seriously, I am so incomplete when he's gone.
I can add to that vulnerable, alone, afraid, short tempered, traumatized, and sad.
Everything became so tasteless. Nothing is amusing. Even friends are not fun to be with.

It's like I finally found my other half, and without that half, I'm just unable to function properly.
The one I stick to and look up to. The verb "Stick" is the secret of my weird misery. I am a clingy person and I need to cure that clinginess before I lose it all.