This jigsaw was the first one I ever put on my wall. It’s special, but it also reminds me of someone who isn’t in my life anymore.
For over a week, it was slowly falling off. I kept wondering if I should just take it down, but last Wednesday, I couldn’t bear to watch it fall, so I added extra tape, but it was still unstable.
Today, I finally took it down, secured it properly, added jigsaw protectors, and put it back.
The relief is hard to explain.
Maybe I connected it to that person , tried to add a temp fix, was wondering if i shd let go.
But I just needed to fix something that was still in my control ig:))
So here we go - it’s safe, and it’s here to stay. ;)
I crave love with every part of me,
yet the moment I imagine finding it again,
something in me feels guilty.
As though moving on means admitting
I no longer miss the one I once loved.