I used to think peace would come when you came back.
That maybe if I heard your voice one more time, everything inside me would finally stop aching.
But peace doesn’t come from what returns —
it comes from what you let go.

There’s a quiet kind of freedom in accepting that not everything broken can be fixed.
That some endings aren’t failures — they’re redirections.
And sometimes the most loving thing you can do
is to walk away without bitterness.

Goodbye isn’t always a door slamming shut.
Sometimes it’s the soft closing of a chapter that’s run its course.
Sometimes it’s whispering “thank you” to a love that taught you everything it could.

I used to hold on to your memory like it was all I had left of myself.
But somewhere between missing you and healing, I realized —
the person I became after you left was someone I was always meant to meet.

Peace isn’t loud.
It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or closure.
It settles in slowly, like sunlight through curtains —
gentle, quiet, undeniable.

And one day, you wake up and realize:
you’re no longer waiting to be chosen.
You already chose yourself.

Always and Forever

💬 Have you found your peace after goodbye? What did it look like for you? Share it — your calm might be the hope someone else is still searching for.