Love Eats With You In The Dark

The house is quiet now, and the day's noise has settled into something heavier. You watch them move through the room, kind and steady, and a cold voice whispers that this gentleness is just a mask for a slow, quiet resentment they are too good to show.

You are bracing for a blow that hasn't landed, living in a future where their love runs out. But listen — the light does not hide in the shadows of your mind.

It stands at the door of this fear and knocks, not to accuse you of doubting, but to eat with you in the dark. There is no fear in love, and the love that lives inside you is greater than the story you are telling yourself tonight.

The terror says they are waiting to leave; the light says they are already here. You are not loved despite your shadows, but within them.