Puzzle

I read somewhere the other day someone describing their experience with someone from their past. More than likely her ex husband. Either way, she wrote something along the lines of, everyone that comes into your life is like puzzle pieces, and I’m just not one. I didn’t fit. Well, yes, quite contradictory because if that is how you feel, you were a piece. You just weren’t the last piece or maybe you were many pieces, just not the important ones. You know those pieces that are annoying because they are all the same shades and you get frustrated putting them all together? They fit, they are part of the puzzle, they will even make the finished puzzle look beautiful. The pieces are just maybe not the pieces you wished to be. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t fit, it just means your piece in the puzzle is finished.

I write about this because I find it that many times when something ends, we write it off as if it never happened or worse, as if we were unimportant, meaningless. The ending of a relationship, regardless of what kind, or circumstances to why it ended, are still a part of your story. You are  still a part of theirs. There is no such thing as a puzzle piece that didn’t fit if there was any kind of relationship. No matter how long or short lived it was. There is such a thing as a finished portion of the puzzle. Even if you don’t agree with it being that way. Your pieces ran out in their lives. It’s hard to accept at times. We may be mad, angry or hurt. Best thing to do is not to focus on their puzzle and their pieces. Focus on yours, you still have many more beautiful pieces to put together before your finished puzzle is completed!