blood-rushed riddlesI miss you.I miss you, like a gash misses the knife that caused it.Once upon a time, you played jigsaw with me.You made a onehundred parts jigsaw out of me and hid one part,the one I miss is..-[Takin' a deep breath.]Blood spilled out and I tried everything to fill the hollow spot.Other knives. Spoons. Forks. Tea-bags. Memories. Ash. Clay (Even burnedclay). Paint particles. Book pages. Sand grains. Dust. Wine. Salt. Ink.N o t h i n g matched. Nothing..The mélange, out of cells suspended in a liquid called blood plasma, turned my clothes purple and my hands red.And nothing fits.I puzzled for a long time about what might have been the reason that youmade this cruel splitting with me (By the way, my heart sounds don't fit either..)I think I'll never come to an end with this riddle.Once I escape the box you built around me, there's already a new one.But the colours inside are truly pretty.Ninety-Nine versus One.-the one I missis you and your sharp body.