Division

Division was something that Sam was never very good at. She remembered when she was eight years old in third grade and the teacher first introduced the concept and how confused she had been at the idea of halves and thirds and she always had to resort to copying Melanie's or Carly's homework.

She didn't like the idea of division even more when it didn't involve numbers, but people instead.

She remembered how she felt when Melanie left for boarding school the next year, it was like she herself was being divided as she watched her other half board the plane that would take her miles away.

And of course, she despised the idea of dividing food. Just the very idea of slicing a ham up into equal pieces to…share…with other people sent shivers up her spine.

Sam could just never grasp why people bothered with division. Why would you want to break up part of a whole anyway? Because then, after all, it wasn't really complete, was it?

Now, years later, she still hated division.

Sure, she eventually got the concept of it in math, but she sill didn't understand why it had to occur in real life too.

When she was with her boyfriend, Freddie, she couldn't imagine being apart from him. She couldn't imagine not being able to string her fingers between his, not being to nuzzle her face in his strong chest, not being able to feel his arms around her or his lips on her.

Any outsider could tell you that Sam and Freddie could not be divided. If you took on half away from the other, they simply weren't the same. They were part of each other, and apart, they couldn't function.