Loved Because You Are Here

The afternoon stretches out, a long corridor of ordinary moments where the fear whispers that you are only tolerated. You imagine the people who love you are holding their breath, counting your mistakes, waiting for the one slip that gives them permission to walk away.

But there is a love that does not keep a record of wrongs, a love that has already decided you are worth staying for. It is not watching for your failure; it is holding you steady in the middle of it.

The light inside you is not a performance you must maintain to earn your place. It is the ground you stand on when your legs feel weak.

You are not loved because you are perfect; you are loved because you are here.