Love Ran Before You Spoke

The sentence hangs in the dark, replaying on a loop that wears a groove in your mind. You are convinced that if you had chosen different words, they would have stayed.

That your voice was the thing that broke the bond. But listen — the light does not speak in perfect syntax.

It speaks in presence. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He did not wait for the apology to be polished. He did not audit the speech for errors.

He ran. Before the first word could be spoken, he was already there.

Your failure to find the right words did not stop the love that was already running toward you. The connection was not severed by your stumble.

It was held by a grace that does not depend on your performance. You are not alone in this silence.

The light is sitting right here with you, in the exact moment you wish you could erase. And it is not pulling away.