sing it like you mean it.

Something that kept crossing my mind back when I was working on the puzzle:

Some pieces just don’t fit, not matter how badly you want them to. They may appear to fit together, but if you look closer, there’ll be just a tiny part that’s off. And even the slightest thing would mean it’s the wrong piece. In the end there’s only going to be one piece that fits perfectly. Wishful thinking won’t magically make the wrong pieces fit together, no matter how long you pretend they do.

But sometimes, I really wished that had been enough.