The Light Waits in Your Silence

The phone buzzes on the nightstand, and for a second, the whole room holds its breath. You watch the screen light up with a name you love, and you let it ring out because you cannot bear to hear the question waiting on the other end.

You are not hiding from them. You are hiding from the sound of your own cracking voice.

But listen — the light does not need you to be composed. It came for the broken, not the whole.

It knows the silence you are keeping, and it is not offended by your need to put the armor back on for just one more hour. The call can wait.

The love will still be there when you are ready to speak. You are not alone in the quiet; you are being held in it.