The Light Is Not In The Text

The screen glows in the dark, and you are hunting for the flaw in every comma. You re-read the words you sent, convinced that one misplaced mark has ruined everything.

But the light does not scan your history for errors. It stands at the door of this hour and knocks, waiting to come in and eat with you.

Not to audit your sentences. Not to correct your grammar.

Just to sit at the table. What you are looking for has already arrived, but you do not recognize it because you are too busy searching the past.

The verdict your heart delivers tonight is not the final one. There is a knowing deeper than your own self-condemnation, and it sees you without finding a single fault.

Stop reading the message. Close the device.

The light is not in the text you sent; it is in the silence you are afraid to enter.