imagine u draw a picture. You happily draw a bit more each day, and its coming out so incredibly well, that u wanna go on for ever drawing the same picture.a picture u have been drawing and dreamin about all your life and it makes you really happy when you look at it.it sits there, in your room and its your best friend. You love so much, and it becomes a part of your life. whenever you are down, you look at it, and you get really happy. One day you come home, and it's ripped up, you are heartbroken and feel so bad, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.