I have this belief, or make believe, that everybody isn't with, who they were meant to be with. Because at some point in life, we threw away, gave up on, rejected this one person we were designed to be with, as chosen by God. That reckless abandon had left us with a tinge of regret and remorse, some are brave enough to bury, others live with it, for the rest of their lives. Everybody who's out on the street walking arm in arm, probably wanted to hold on to someone, something else. The sound of settling, two hearts kept, one half full, the other half empty.