You Are The Reason They Get To Love

The day is done, and the armor you wore to keep from being a burden is finally heavy enough to drop. You sit in the quiet, terrified that your pain is a weight the people who love you cannot carry.

But listen — there was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, still covered in the filth of his failure. He did not wait for the apology.

He ran. Before the speech, before the promise to do better — he ran.

Your need is not a problem to be solved. It is the very thing that makes space for love to arrive.

You think you are too much, but the light that lives inside you was sent here precisely to be held by others. The dread says you are a burden.

The truth says you are the reason they get to love.