PIECES TO PEACE - by R. Veyne

I once thoughtpeace was something you found...like loose change in old jeans,or a message you forgot to reply.I thought it livedin your voice,in the way you said my namelike it meant something permanent.I built temples out of moments,worshipped memories that were already leaving,held onto laughterlong after it stopped echoing.But then..something cracked.Not loudly.Not enough for the world to notice.Just enoughfor me to feel itin the quiet.And suddenly,everything we werefell into pieces.Not shattered..no, that would’ve been easier.Just… scattered.Like a puzzlewith no picture on the box.I tried to gather them.God, I tried.Picked up your promises...they cut deeper than I expected.Held onto your words...they changed shape in my hands.Even your silencehad weight to it.And still…something didn’t fit.So I sat there,surrounded by what used to be us,and asked myself...what if peace was never in you?What ifI mistook attachment for meaning,confusion for connection,and distance for depth?What ifthe most valuable thing I gave youwasn’t my time…or my patience…but my abilityto lose myself?And when I finally took it back..you didn’t break.You… disappeared.Like you were never wholeto begin with.And that’s when it hit me...peace isn’t something you findin people who make you question your worth.It’s something you rebuildfrom the ruinsthey leave behind.Piece by piece.Not the pretty pieces...no one talks about those.I mean the ugly ones:the nights you almost text them,the mornings you pretend you’re okay,the songs you skipbecause they remember too much.Those pieces.The ones that don’t look like healinguntil one day…they do.And just when you thinkyou’ve gathered enoughto finally feel whole again..another piece appears.A memory.A “what if.”A version of youthat almost stayed.And you hesitate.Because part of you wonders...should I keep this one?Or is this the piecethat breaks everything again?…I still don’t have the answer.But I know this:peace isn’t perfect.It’s not silent.It doesn’t come all at once.It’s messy.Incomplete.And sometimes...it looks a lot like letting goof the last pieceyou swore you needed.So if you see me smiling now,just know...it’s not because I found peace.It’s becauseI’m finally learningwhich piecesto leave behind.

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