I still think of you sometimes, but it's not obsessively like before.
I think of you tenderly, for it took too long for me to piece my heart back together —
like a puzzle not missing one piece, but a puzzle that's always changing its pieces.
Many nights, I tired myself out trying desperately to forget you, but I never could.
And it's okay. I am at peace now.
True love leaves you more broken, I've learned,
not with pieces missing, but with pieces that keep breaking.
M.xg















