My friends always keep asking me why do I live in the past glory? They’re always surprised by my search for old acquaintances.
I don’t have a specific answer but I think that my life is a jigsaw puzzle and trying to its find pieces. All the people I met in the past have one or more of my pieces in them; I’m just trying to recollect those pieces and complete the jigsaw puzzle of my life.
I think I’ve found almost all the pieces but few are missing, and maybe I’ll never find them.
