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Maybe everyone misses their old version, just like I do. But sometimes, moving on is better than sitting with the past and missing what we once had.
Hi everyone, I'm Yamuna, and my life feels like a puzzle that I try to solve every single day, like a child searching for the missing pieces. But as the days passed by like drifting clouds, I didn't realize that I was losing pieces of myself along the way.
They say we only understand the value of something after we've lost it—and I believe that's true. When I finally started searching for those missing pieces, I couldn't find them anymore.
As a 21-year-old girl, I've lost many things, and each loss has left a wound in my heart that still hasn't healed. Even so, I'm learning that not every missing piece can be found again. Sometimes, life isn't about rebuilding the same puzzle—it is about creating a new picture with the pieces we still have.
So, I stopped searching for the pieces I had lost. Instead, I started appreciating and enjoying everything I still have in my present.
Do you believe in miracles? Most people don't—until one happens to them. I was the same.
Sometimes, miracles don't arrive with loud celebrations or dramatic moments. They come quietly, in the form of healing, hope, new beginnings, or people who help us find ourselves again. Looking back, I realized that while I was busy searching for what I had lost, life was gently giving me new reasons to smile.
Yeah, I met a boy when I was 19, and he was 20. It was a bright, sunny day. I was watching a Tamil movie on television, and while watching it, I silently wished for a partner like actor Dhanush. I never imagined that my wish would come true so soon.
On that very same day, he found my Instagram account. A message from him popped up on my screen. It said,
"I've been in love with you for the past three years. Now is the time to tell you my feelings."
I still remember staring at that message, wondering if it was real. Sometimes, life changes with a single notification.
If I had ignored that message that day, I'm sure my life would have been completely different maybe I lost my self. My parents have always been my greatest supporters, and my family has always stood by me. But he became someone different—someone special.
He didn't replace the love of my family. Instead, he became the person who understood the parts of me that I had been trying to heal. " Meeting him felt like the miracle I never knew I was waiting for" .
I had experienced heartbreak before. Because of that, I had lost my trust in love and in boys. So, when he confessed his feelings, I had already decided to reject him.
But he proved me wrong—not with promises, but with his actions. In just one day, he made me feel a kind of love that someone else couldn't make me feel even after four years.
That's when I knew I had found my person.
He was childish with me, yet mature with everyone else. He healed wounds that he had never caused. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe enough to trust again.
Of course, our journey wasn't perfect. We faced misunderstandings, long distances, silent days with no contact, and moments that shattered my heart into countless pieces. It hurt even more because he was the one I had trusted the most.
But love isn't about never making mistakes. It's about having the courage to recognize them, learn from them, and come back with a heart that's willing to make things right.
He came back after realizing his mistakes. And in that moment, I understood something beautiful.
Maybe love isn't just about sweet words, endless conversations, or perfect moments. Sometimes, love breaks us. Sometimes, it heals us. And sometimes, it does both—because real love isn't about being perfect; it's about choosing each other, even after the storms.
Finally, I found my home.
We didn't just fall in love—we grew together. We learned from our mistakes, healed each other's scars, and chose each other again and again. I don't know what the future holds, but I hope we will continue to walk through life hand in hand, build a home filled with love, and one day be blessed with children who remind us of the journey that brought us together.
Do you remember the puzzle I mentioned at the beginning?
For years, I kept searching for the pieces I thought I had lost. I believed my life would never feel complete again. But I was looking in the wrong places.
The missing pieces didn't return to me one by one. Instead, life gave me someone who helped me see that I was never meant to solve the puzzle alone.
When he came into my life, I finally completed the puzzle—not because he completed me, but because he helped me rediscover the pieces of myself that I thought were gone forever.
Maybe that was the miracle I was waiting for all along.
And if there's one thing I've learned from my journey, it's this: Sometimes, life takes away the things we think we can't live without.
But one day, when we least expect it, it gives us something even more beautiful. Not to replace the past, but to remind us that healing is possible, love is real, and miracles do happen.
The puzzle game I once struggled to finish has finally come to an end. Not because I found every piece I had lost, but because I found someone who helped me see the beauty in the pieces that remained. And together, we created a picture more beautiful than I had ever imagined.