Light is easy to love, show me your darkness..
I did not love you
only in the light.
Not only
when your laughter came easy,
when your kindness moved
like sunlight through a room,
when your softness made the world
feel gentler than it was.
I loved you there, yes—
in the bright parts,
in the warm parts,
in the places where your heart
looked almost weightless.
But I did not stop there.
I loved you
in the dark too.
In the silences
that arrived without warning.
In the sadness
you could not always name.
In the fragile hours
when the world sat too heavily
on your chest
and even being here
looked like work.
I loved the part of you
that pulls away
when it hurts,
the part that hides
not because it does not care,
but because it feels
too much.
I loved the trembling parts.
The careful parts.
The broken edges
you tried to keep hidden
as though they made you
less worthy of being held.
Because love,
real love,
does not kneel only
before what is easy.
It stays
before the storm,
before the shadow,
before the pieces
that do not know
how to ask
to be loved gently.
So no—
I did not only love
your light.
I loved your darkness too.
Not because it was beautiful
to suffer,
but because it was yours.
And even there,
even in the places
where you were hardest
to understand,
hardest to reach,
hardest to keep—
my heart
still knew you
were worth
every tenderness
it had to give.
