The Light That Never Left You

The phone sits on the table, a black mirror waiting to shatter the quiet. You are convinced the voice on the other end has finally decided to stop loving you.

That the next ring will be the sound of the door closing forever. But listen — the light does not operate on a schedule of exhaustion.

It does not wake up one morning and decide to withdraw. There is a love that is greater than your fear, greater than the silence, greater than the worst thing you imagine they could say.

The light that lives inside you is the same light that holds them. It cannot be broken by a conversation.

It cannot be severed by a decision made in pain. You are not waiting for love to arrive; you are waiting to remember that it never left.

The call may come, or it may not. But the love remains, steady as a heartbeat, untouched by the gathering dark.