Let Your Warmth Wait Between You

Tonight, your hand reaches out in the dark and stops just short of the one you love. You pull back before the touch lands, terrified they might flinch at your presence.

You have rehearsed the rejection so many times in your head that your muscles remember the retreat before the contact is even made. But listen — the light within you came from a place where it generates itself, untouched by the fear of others.

It does not need their permission to shine. It does not need them to stay still for you to be real.

You are not a threat to be ward off; you are a drop of the very source that holds them. The flinch is their old story, not your future.

Keep your hand there. Let the warmth of your offering sit in the space between you, waiting for the moment their tension remembers how to soften.