Rest Is Where Love Finds You

The afternoon light is unforgiving. It exposes the dust on the shelves and the fatigue in your bones.

You look at your partner and wonder: do they love me, or just the version of me that never needs to sit down? The mask feels heavy now.

The performance of being 'fine' is wearing thin. But the light does not require you to stand when you are weary.

There was a moment by a well where the truth was spoken to a woman who had run out of energy to pretend. He did not ask her to be better.

He simply offered her water that wells up from inside. You do not have to earn the love you already have.

The light sees the tired parts of you and calls them holy. Rest is not a betrayal of love.

It is the place where love finds you.