Your Heart Beats With Unstoppable Love

The house is quiet now, and the only sound left is the thud of your own heart against your ribs. It feels less like a rhythm and more like a countdown.

A ticking bomb in the dark. You lie still, waiting for the explosion, convinced that this pulse is a warning of something breaking.

But listen closer. That beat is not a timer running out.

It is a drum keeping time with a love that refuses to stop. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Not even for a second. The very fact that you are still here, still breathing through the fear, means the light is holding you together.

You are not a bomb waiting to go off. You are a lamp that the wind cannot blow out.