You recently came across a children's book entitled, The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein.  You know the book's story, but you haven't actually read it until that time.

For those not familiar with the story, it's about a circle who is missing a little piece.  So this circle kept rolling and rolling, over fields and under trees where he would roll slow because he was looking.  Often times, he would stop to smell the flowers, talk to the worms, walk with the lady bugs, and sit still for the butterfly. 

One day, it finally found a little piece.  So it went up to it and asked if it's his missing piece.  The little piece got mad and said, it is not anyone's missing piece.  It's a piece all by itself. 

So the circle went rolling away.  It met other little pieces.  Some were too small, others too big, some too sharp, while others just don't fit at all.  Until finally, he met a little piece that seemed perfect.  But of course, given his experience he was a little cautious.  But when they were put together, they really were perfect!  And because the circle is now perfect, he can roll away fast.  So he went across mountains, hills and trees so fast that he doesn't have time anymore for the flowers, the bugs, the worms, and the butterfly. 

Suddenly, he stopped, he let go of his missing piece, and rolled away.  Once again, he started rolling slow, talking to everyone, and began looking again for his missing piece.

You know the story is about how we always strive to be perfect in everything; but being perfect wouldn't exactly make us happy.  Being perfect would actually make us lose sight of everything around us.  That wouldn't be perfect at all.  It also shows how we are actually better off being the imperfect us, and we should like ourselves for who we really are.

For some reason, right after you read the book, it struck you as meaning something entirely different.  You blame this on PMS, but you felt horribly rejected at that moment.  You kept thinking about the missing piece that was left behind.  The missing piece was finally with someone perfect who makes it part of a whole.  But it didn't matter how perfectly suited it was with the circle's imperfection, the missing piece was still rejected.  You relate a little to well with the missing piece, the rejected perfect missing piece.

You know how that was like.  You know how it felt like you're finally with someone who makes things go so well wih you.  As that overly used phrase goes, someone who completes you.  You fit just right, and you do your best to make everything smooth-sailing. 

Only, eventually, you still end up being alone.

Will go sulking in the corner now...