The Light Runs Toward You

The afternoon stretches out, long and gray, filled with the things you are too afraid to say. You hold the unsaid word in your mouth like a stone, convinced that speaking it will finally confirm their resentment and shatter the bond between you.

But silence is not the glue that holds love together; often, it is the wall that grows higher while you stare at it. There is a light within you that is not afraid of your honesty, a light that knows the truth will not break what is real.

Remember the father who saw his son coming home from a long way off—he did not wait for the perfect apology, he ran. The light runs toward you, not away.

Speak the thing. If the relationship breaks, it was already broken by the silence.

If it holds, it will hold because it is made of something stronger than your fear.