"No man is an island, entire of itself"-John Donne. How unfortunate it is for incomplete people to fall in love with each other. Prologue: Life is rough. It betrays us, it proves our beliefs wrong constantly, it beats the breath out of our chest and yet we still thank it. But what happens when the betrayal is too deep? What happens when our beliefs are crushed to the point they can slip through your fingers like sand? What happens when the beating is a bit too strong for you to recover your breath? What happens when we aren't so thankful anymore? What we often forget about is that our everything is just one step away from being nothing. And when that step is taken -sometimes not from you, sometimes not from anyone other than the sadic destiny- and you are alone, incomplete and forced to carry the broken pieces of the reality you thought you had, life may hand you something to start over. But what if that gift is also incomplete, unstable and fragile? What if it also has it's hands full of disappointments, regret and bitterness? Life isn't black or white, it isn't gray either, it is an explosion of colors and feelings and events and even when we are not thankful anymore, we still can't deny how impressive it is. It just starts with the basic understanding that you are not an island.