You Do Not Have to Edit Yourself

The notes app glows brighter than the room, a small rectangle where you try to explain why you went quiet. You type the truth, then delete it, convinced that if you can just find the perfect words, the silence won't have mattered.

But the light does not need your explanation to see you. It sees the fingers hovering.

It sees the ache behind the screen. You are performing okayness for an audience of one who already knows the weight you carry.

The gap between how you look and how you feel is not a barrier to love — it is the very place where love meets you. You do not have to edit yourself to be held.

The truth lives in us, already whole, already enough, without a single word typed.