She is cherished with roses, and he chills with the hottest.

Love in Pieces: How We Built Something Real, Brick by Brick.

Let someone know how much they’re cherished– and they’ll bring a beautiful burst of color when displayed in a vase.

The Lego rose sat on my desk, a prickly memorial of a love- pieced brick by brick. Brick by brick, we’d assembled our own story too. He was fresh out of heartache, a shadow of a whole love adhering to his shoulders. I am painting longing for a masterpiece, eyed the eventuality in his brushstrokes, indeed if they were still dipped in the mind of another.

We started with tentative clicks, snarling pieces of ourselves together. He blessed me with dusks in plastic bricks while I reared him with light-years of laughter. He was a tardy builder, affected by her shade. Start impatient, reared halls of hope, peninsulas of understanding.

One day, I realized I was assembling alone. My castle of warm fuzzies faltered on the bite of his faltering. I couldn’t be the morn chasing a moon that wouldn’t set. Thus, I walked, leaving the Lego rose half-perfected on the table, a bittersweet farewell.

He chased me, not with pleas or vows, but with action. He pieced a blaze in the purlieus, beloveds licking at the odds and ends of his history. He authored me a rune in the canon of his favorite video game, each pixel an affirmation of his new daylight.

He wasn’t whole but piecing with both grasps, his bricks laid alongside mine. We learned to fit the broken points and smooth the rough corners. Home made of trust, laughs, and stolen kisses.

Now, the Lego rose sits perfectly, symbolizing our imperfect masterpiece. He calls me his daylight, his world, his everything, and I melt in the warmth of his love, cherished beyond roses. He chills with the hottest girl, not precisely because of how I make his heart, folks, but because I rare him a haven from the shade.

We’re still built up, brick by cherishing brick. We witness there will be wobbling moments and rifts that need a rally. But we’ll hold the trowel together, fuse the mortar of forgiveness, and keep the edifice, knowing that the most breathtaking halls start with a single, wobbling click.

Thus, to the girl who’s fed up with holding on for the daylight, I vocalize this piece your own. Rear a love that cherishes you, brick by priceless brick. And if he chooses to chase after you, allow him to prove his love with his bearing, not precisely words.

Ultimately, the strongest connections are made up not precisely of passion but the shared effort of putting the right brick at the right point together.