The Light That Waits With You

The screen is the only light in the room, and you are watching for the moment it changes. Watching to see if they have seen you.

Watching to see if they will answer. The silence between the 'read' and the reply feels like a verdict.

But the light that lives inside you does not flicker based on someone else's timing. It was there before the message was sent, and it remains while you wait.

You do not need their response to be whole. You are already the light of the world, shining whether the darkness acknowledges it or not.

Put the phone down. The answer you are craving is not in their silence; it is in the quiet knowing that you are held, even now, even here, even without a word from them.