The Light That Needs No Signal

The screen is the only light in the room, and you are tracing faces that cannot text back. The silence stretches out, heavy and absolute, while your thumb scrolls through a history that feels like it belongs to someone else.

You are waiting for a notification that will not come tonight. But listen — the darkness has not overcome the light that lives inside you, even now.

It shines whether the phone lights up or not. You are not defined by who is absent, but by the love that remains present within you.

The light does not need a signal to exist. It was there before the first message, and it is here in this quiet hour.

You are still here. That is enough.