I didn’t know
my heart still had electricity in it.
I thought the rooms were closed,
the windows dusted over,
the lights switched off for good.
Then you smiled.
And something
soft and sudden
flickered.
Not loud.
Not fireworks.
Just a small, steady glow
like a porch light left on
for someone finally coming home.
Now we talk until the moon
gets tired of listening.
3 a.m. feels like minutes.
Your laugh spills through my phone speaker
and somehow fills my whole room.
We text about nothing
about everything
about the way coffee tastes better
when you know someone’s thinking of you.
You call during small moments.
“Just because.”
And somehow those are the biggest ones.
It feels like standing in sunlight
after convincing yourself
you deserved the rain.
I catch myself smiling at my screen.
Re-reading your words.
Imagining future memories
that haven’t happened yet
but feel certain.
Like this is the start of something
gentle and real.
Like you were the missing piece
I didn’t know how to name.
And now here you are
not fixing me,
not saving me
just choosing me.
And in that choice
my heart remembers
how to turn the lights back on.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
I didn’t know
my heart still had electricity in it.
I thought the rooms were closed,
the windows dusted over,
the lights switched off for good.
Then you smiled.
And something
soft and sudden
flickered.
Not loud.
Not fireworks.
Just a small, steady glow
like a porch light left on
for someone finally coming home.
Now we talk until the moon
gets tired of listening.
3 a.m. feels like minutes.
Your laugh spills through my phone speaker
and somehow fills my whole room.
We text about nothing
about everything
about the way coffee tastes better
when you know someone’s thinking of you.
You call during small moments.
“Just because.”
And somehow those are the biggest ones.
It feels like standing in sunlight
after convincing yourself
you deserved the rain.
I catch myself smiling at my screen.
Re-reading your words.
Imagining future memories
that haven’t happened yet
but feel certain.
Like this is the start of something
gentle and real.
Like you were the missing piece
I didn’t know how to name.
And now here you are
not fixing me,
not saving me
just choosing me.
And in that choice
my heart remembers
how to turn the lights back on.
