You don’t have to shine tonight, or be fire, or dazzle me with light.
If all you can give me is silence, you are still you, and that is enough.
I don’t need your strength, I don’t need your mask — I only want the part of you that trembles and still stays.
Even broken, you are whole to me. Even quiet, you are music.
Rest, my love. I’ll carry the weight awhile. Love doesn’t demand more: it simply waits with you, until you feel yourself again.
Sometimes love isn’t about fire, passion, or masks of strength. Sometimes it’s about being allowed to just breathe — to be enough even when broken. This piece is for those who need to hear: you don’t have to be more to be loved.