The Light Knows Who You Really Love

The house is quiet now, but the noise in your head is loud. You are rehearsing the lie you will tell at dinner.

The story you will perform so they never know who you really love. In this hour, the mask feels heavier than your skin.

You are tired of the acting. You are tired of the distance.

But listen — the light does not need your performance to find you. It is already here, sitting on the edge of your bed in the dark.

It knows the truth you are hiding. And it does not turn away.

The truth lives in us and will be with us forever. You do not have to earn the right to be loved by telling a better story.

The light sees the real you, the one behind the script, and it calls that one beloved. Stop rehearsing.

The lie is not needed here. You are already known.