I found this story a bit hard to focus on at first, but then after getting a bit further into the story, I started to see it as a reasonable model of my own frustrations with finding partners growing up, not being able to find one that could 'keep up with me'. Once I caught that parallel, I started to focus on the story, hoping that the author would pull out some sage nugget and give me the answer to all my problems in handy, 30 minute parable format. Such was not to be, and the ending gave me the same feeling of wet blanketness that Shel Silverstein's "The Missing Piece" gave me. Yes, yes, it's so nice that SPOILER
The pacman protagonist of the story finds his missing piece, but then that callous bastard let's her go because he's can't quite sing the same way with the piece nestled into his empty, hollow heart. What a dick.
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So, yeah. Same feeling of...well, I guess it's nice that they both...get what they want...sort of?
I need answers, not realism!