People say that when someone leaves, they take a piece of us. They take fragments of our soul, like pieces of a puzzle, leaving us incomplete. Sometimes, the remaining picture retains its beauty, a testament to the resilience of our spirit. But other times, the missing piece casts a shadow over the entire image, marring its perfection.

What if the piece they took was not just any piece, but a cornerstone of our existence? What if it was the very essence of our being, the heartbeat that kept us alive? In their absence, we find ourselves adrift, struggling to navigate a world that suddenly feels foreign and cold. The air becomes heavy, each breath a laborious task, as if the very act of living has become a burden.

In these moments, we realize that the piece they took was not just a fragment, but our heart itself. It was the source of our joy, our strength, our will to carry on. Without it, we are left to pick up the shattered remnants of our soul, trying to piece together a new picture, one that can never be the same. Yet, in this brokenness, there lies a quiet beauty, a testament to the depth of our love and the strength of our spirit. For even in our incompleteness, we continue to breathe, to live, to hope. And perhaps, in time, we will find new pieces to fill the void, creating a new picture, one that is different, but no less beautiful. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer