I wish you all the peace I never found.
Not the quiet kind that settles in a room at night,
but the kind that settles in a heart
when it finally knows
where it belongs.
I looked for it in crowded places,
in laughter that wasn’t quite mine,
in conversations that drifted past midnight
trying to convince myself
that time could rewrite a story.
But every road I walked
somehow bent back toward you.
You—
the almost,
the maybe,
the life that lived only in the space
between what was
and what could have been.
I learned how to smile without meaning it,
how to speak your name like it was ordinary,
how to pretend that memory
was just another place
I didn’t have to visit.
But peace…
peace never came.
Because loving you
was like hearing a song once
that no other melody
could ever replace.
And now the world moves forward
the way it always does:
people meet,
people stay,
people build small quiet lives together.
And somewhere in that moving world
you found your calm,
your home,
your tomorrow.
I hope it holds you gently.
I hope the nights are soft
and the mornings kind.
Because loving you taught me one thing:
some hearts don’t break loudly
they just echo forever
in the places where peace should live…
A peace I wish upon you, that I will never find.
