The Light Does Not Wait

The ceiling is white and blank, but your mind is writing a story you cannot stop reading. You are convinced the person you hurt has already decided you are not worth forgiving.

That the door is locked. That the verdict is final.

But listen — the light does not wait for your apology to move toward you. It sees you lying there in the dark, tangled in your own regret, and it does not turn away.

There is a love inside you that is greater than the mistake you made. Greater than the silence stretching across the room.

Greater than the fear that you have gone too far. You are not defined by the moment you broke.

You are defined by the light that remains, even now, even here. The night is gathering, but it has not won.

The love you are looking for is already looking for you.