Return Not As Healer But Loved

The face you loved is haunting you tonight, not because you were cruel, but because you were empty. You stopped visiting when you had nothing left to give, convinced that your brokenness made you useless to them.

That memory sits in the quiet of this watch like a stone you cannot swallow. But listen — the light does not measure your worth by your utility.

It does not require you to be strong to be present. There is a love that meets you exactly where your strength ended.

You do not need to fix what was broken to be worthy of the table. The clarity you feel now is not a verdict on your absence; it is an invitation to return, not as a healer, but as one who is still learning how to stand.

Go back, not because you are useful, but because you are loved.