People don’t exist in pieces. Sure, we’re made up of this and that — some acquired traits, borrowed words — but once melded, they’re not separable. Perhaps we can bend and stretch and take on new shapes; but should we happen to break our absoluteness and divide ourselves, those bits of us lose all value.
If you really care for a person, you’ll allow them their integrity. You’ll commit to every individual piece of that their being is composed. You’ll take the good with the bad and the desirable with the impossible.
If you’re to have me, you must invest in all of my pieces.