Love Runs Before You Speak

The sun is rising, and with it comes the quiet fear that your silence is a wall pushing love away. You think you must speak to be held, that your quietness is a burden too heavy for anyone to carry.

But the light does not wait for your performance to arrive. It is already here, warming the edge of your bed, waiting not for your words but for your presence.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off. He ran.

Before the apology, before the speech — he ran. Your silence is not a rejection of love; it is often the very place where love finds you most easily.

You do not need to explain yourself to be worthy of the morning. The light shines on those living in darkness not because they shout, but because they are there.

You are not pushing love away by being quiet. You are making room for it to sit beside you.