his wardrobe is a nurse's jacket and flip-flops.

mine is a skull ring and an aviator jacket. i like

to think that my sister would like our mis-

matched uniforms and everyday attire. i like to

think that she's out there somewhere, making

fun of me for falling in love with such a doofus.

we don't match but

our puzzle pieces

tend to compliment

each other, like ink

on paper. who 

would've thought

until they saw it?

i never would've

until i did it.