Loved Before the First Crack Appeared

The house is quiet now, and in this silence, the old fear creeps back in. You are waiting for the moment they realize you are too broken to fix and finally walk away.

You brace for the sound of the door closing, convinced your fractures are too many to hold. But there is a love that does not calculate the cost of your repair.

The Father saw the son while he was still a long way off, covered in the filth of his own making, and ran to meet him. He did not wait for the apology.

He did not wait for the cleanup. He ran.

That same love is not looking for a project it can complete. It is looking for you, exactly as you are tonight.

You are not a burden waiting to be dropped. You are the one being held.

The fear says you will be left when the damage is seen. The truth says you were loved before the first crack appeared.