That Used to Feel Like Peace

 

I used to reach for you…

Not because I needed saving,

but because you made the chaos inside me feel understood.

You never said much, but your presence was loud enough to calm every storm.

You felt like stillness in a world that never slowed down.

 

You didn’t have to say you’d be there. You just were.

And that, somehow, made me feel like I mattered-without needing to ask.

 

But slowly, things shifted.

You became distant, quiet in a different way.

The kind of quiet that makes you second-guess everything you thought was real. 

You stopped being my comfort and started becoming the reason I felt lost.

And I started to wonder—did I imagine it all?

Was the comfort I found in you just mine?

Or did you really mean to be my safe place, even if only for a while?

 

I never asked for promises.

I only held on to the way you made me feel—seen, steady, understood.

And when that disappeared, it wasn’t just you I lost…

I lost the version of myself that felt okay.

 

It’s hard to explain the emptiness left behind

when someone who once felt so real suddenly fades like a dream.

And even now, when I say I’m fine,

I still miss the quiet between us that once felt like peace.