I am thinking it's a sign, that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images, and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned. And I have to speculate, that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces from the clay. True, it may seem like a stretch, but it's thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you're away, when I am missing you to death.
I will openly make fun of you in front of you and behind your back. Problem? Congratulations. I'm small, I have a big mouth. I'm not scared of you. :)
