"Like Light Through a Window"

I met you when my hands were empty, when I had stopped reaching, when love felt like a language I had forgotten how to speak. You arrived not as a storm but as stillness after years of noise— no warning, no promises— just presence. I wasn’t looking, not for you, not for anything. But there you were, like a song I didn’t know I’d been humming all my life, like light falling through a window I never thought to open. And slowly, you became the rhythm in my silence, the answer in questions I never asked aloud. I learned you— your laughter, your quiet, the way your absence echoed louder than any sound. But love, real love, doesn’t always come when we’re ready. And it doesn’t always stay when we finally are. Because just as I began to hold you with both hands, just as I found myself building a future around the shape of your smile— you slipped through the cracks of everything I wasn’t strong enough to fix. I lost you, not to time, not to fate, but to the cruel timing of loving you most when it was already too late.