Unsolved Puzzle

One fine morning when I feel everything has fallen into its place, you appear, you appear with a new jigsaw Puzzle leaving me helpless, questioning my calculations, questioning my decisions. I don't want to take this puzzle I don't want to solve it this time, but then I do. I tell you how I have picked up the broken pieces and put them back which had cost me tears, grief, trauma, self-doubt and a heart so fragile that it hates your existence now. But I take your puzzle knowing the consequences I take it. I am devastated once again. I listen to you. Your voice overpowers my emotions.

Somehow amidst this, I also manage to tell you about the new puzzle I discovered and how easily it solved itself without being asked to. I tell you how this puzzle was everything I was ever looking for, how perfectly things fell into its place without questioning my worth. I tell you about the new dimensions of life, my new perspective of puzzles. "New perspective of puzzles" you see. I stop.

Standing on the other side of my world you listen to my rantings, you ask me to solve your puzzle for one last time. This time I was determined, I didn't. We both hold our own unsolved puzzles hoping to solve each other's but this time I step back. I step back knowing my pieces have slowly been placed safely without even trying or forcing. I could have stopped you, could have asked you to stay back one last time, but I chose to let go, I chose to set myself free, cause this time I choose me, exactly what you did.