To Fit

Written by Jacob Ibrag

 Just stop. I don’t care about perfect. I’m a wreck

on my own and won’t be able to appreciate perfection. Not

yet at least, maybe never. No, what I want is someone broken

like me. Not because I won’t be intimidated, or maybe that’s part

of it. I want us to fit, to feel the protruding pieces align and realize

that we had to be this way in order to be together. The heartaches,

betrayals and lies we went through were all worth it because here

we are sharing this moment of realization that it all had purpose.

We’ll look back and know that nothing was wrong with us. That

the past was necessary because here we are sharing each others

space. I don’t know what perfection feels like or is, but

maybe this is it. Maybe it’s the chance for us to fit.

Photography by Anton Belovodchenko