The Name Held Safely Inside

The cursor blinks in the notes app, a tiny pulse in the glare of your screen. You type the message you will never send, just to hear your own voice say their name one more time before the world demands your mask.

It feels like a secret rebellion against the silence you carry into the office, the grocery store, the small talk. But listen — the light that spoke their name into existence is already inside you, whispering it back with even more tenderness.

You do not need to send the text to be heard. The One who knows every unsaid word is sitting right there in the quiet of your chest, holding the name safely.

The mask can stay on for now, but the truth is already known.