The Light Was Never Outside You

The blue light of the screen is the only thing moving in the room while you trace faces that no longer belong to you. You are searching for a feeling in a memory, wondering if that specific warmth was a one-time event or if it can ever return.

The darkness feels heavy right now, like a verdict on your future capacity to love. But the light has not left this room just because the person in the photo did.

That same glow which lived in the laughter you miss is already inside you, waiting to be recognized again. You did not lose the ability to love when you lost them — you only forgot where the source lives.

It was there before the first touch, and it remains there now, in the silence of this watch. The love you are scrolling for is not trapped in the past; it is the very thing breathing you right now.