LOST IN ABSTRACT

They met like two puzzle pieces that perfectly fit together, completing each other's missing parts. They fell in love like the first brushstrokes of a masterpiece painting, full of promise and potential. But just like an unfinished canvas, their love was left incomplete, with brushstrokes that never quite connected and spaces that remained blank. It was a love that was beautiful in its imperfection, yet haunted by what could have been. They held on to the memories of what they had, and the hope of what could still be, but the canvas remained unfinished, waiting for someone else to complete the picture.