there you are, no I can see those kind eyes.


She walked into the room, and double took around the room. Taken aback by the wall of hanging paper cranes made from newspaper, flyers, bills, notices, she tried to find his gentel features flowing through; carried by sunrays.

"I tried, I tried hard" He looked at her with his deep blue eyes.
Growing frusterated, she felt to scream, "try harder!"
"Yeah, but you don't know, you don't know!"
"I dont know what?"
"You don't know what is'ts like when you try you try you try you try you try and you dont eve get there, Because you were born perfect. And I was born like this. YOU'RE PERFECT!... People lie you don't know, people like you don't know what it's like to get hurted because you don't have feelings! People like you don't feel anything"

She started to wimper and caught herself, thinking she would prove him wrong, "Let me tell you something about people like me. People like me feel loost and ugly and dispensible." She squeezed her eyes to hold back, "People like me have husbands screwing other women more perfect that me." She didn't care, she let go. "Its like every morning I wake up and I fail, I look around everyone is pulling up but some how I can't... I try hard."

As he took her into his arms, and began to kiss her shoulder, she let her ihibitions go. She embraced him back and began to cry, letting all the bottled up thoughts of the past seven years ramble out. All he could see was Lucy reading the book, reading the line, reading the words, "We're so different, but how come I feel so the same"

He was always seen as the "retard", "disabled", "handicapped", "stupid", but at that moment as their bodies shifted perfectly to fit, she felt as if they were one in the same: Graduates of Law school, Beatles Fans, Parents, lovers. He completed her missing puzzle piece.