"There's nothing to be sorry for. I knew from the start that we couldn't ever have all of each other, even if by some miracle you did look my way," he teased.
"So we settled for breaking ourselves into pieces and giving both pieces away?"
His hand covered mine on his cheek. "Did we have a choice?"
That one was easy. "No." I pulled his head to mine for a soft kiss. "But whoever decided it for us could've at least told us how someone's supposed to live with a part of themselves missing."
"You just visit that part as often as you can," he said, quietly, taking a longer kiss.