Back to your light
for “Where Love Begins”

It’s not your fault
they couldn’t see you—
the real you,
the gentle you,
the fire and the ache inside you.

Some hearts are too clouded
to recognize light
unless it burns them.
And you were never meant to set yourself on fire
just to be noticed.

You showed up,
open hands,
a voice full of kindness.
You waited in silence
for something soft to return.
But they looked through you—
as if love had no shape.

Their blindness
was never your reflection.
Their silence
was never your doing.
Their distance
wasn’t born from your lack.

When someone makes you feel
small in your own story—
that’s not love.
When your name lives
at the bottom of their list,
when your heart echoes
and no one comes—
that is your answer.

You don’t need to be told
why they couldn’t hold you.
Their hands were already full
of things that weren’t you.

And still—
you stayed long enough
to know it wasn’t about you.
You asked for truth
but got confusion.
You waited for care
and met indifference.

You were never asking for too much.
You were only asking the wrong person.

So let their absence be your peace.
Let their forgetfulness
remind you to remember yourself.
Let their unseeing
be the moment you finally see your own worth
without needing them to confirm it.

Some people are just not made
to carry the weight of real love—
but you are.
You always were.

And now,
you have all the closure you need—
not because they gave it,
but because you gave yourself permission
to stop waiting for what was never coming.

You deserved to be chosen.
And you still do.