You and Dick were always on and off, lost soulmates in a world full of problems. He could never commit to you, and you were terrified of heartbreak. But you always came back, it was like fate brought you together. He was your other half, a mirror staring back at you. Everytime he figured himself out he'd say "I need more time" and leave. But you waited for him, no matter what. "Sorry" he said one night with you, after accidentally dropping a glass, a pained expression on his face. "I'm a mess."