Peace was always a foreign concept to me.
I'd heard the definition, read bible verses, seen inspirational quotes scrawled across walls, I'd been told what it was like.
At some points, I thought I felt it. I thought I knew what peace was, just that I couldn't stay at peace for very long because that was how life worked.
But then I met you.
I met you at my lowest of low points, and I swear I thought you saved me.
I thought I finally was going to be okay, I finally had someone in my corner, and I finally was at peace. I was content with you.
And then you flipped everything upside down.
It seemed like I blinked and suddenly everything had changed.
The love between us, the trust I put in you, the way I thought we could build a life together--poof. All of it was just gone.
I don't think I ever cried so hard. Sobbing so hard I could barely breathe on the bathroom floor, all alone.
I'd had my heart broken before, but this was something different.
This was having the hope that I hadn't felt in so long ripped away from me. The rug had been yanked out from under me once again.
Even though I didn't see it then, that was the moment I finally started to learn what real peace felt like.
Real peace isn't fleeting, and it doesn't mean that everything in life is going smoothly all the time.
Peace is being in the midst of all the noise and chaos and hardship, and still being calm in your heart.
For the first time in my life, I learned to stop relying on other people to make me happy, to bring me peace.
I picked up my own broken pieces and I didn't shut down or turn to someone new.
I didn't feel okay at first, but the more time that passed the more I realized that you weren't my destruction, but my saving grace.
And I could never be more grateful for falling in love with the wrong person who taught me all the right things.
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