There was a time when I thought everything good had gone.
When love ended, it felt like the sun had left and taken every trace of warmth with it.
Days blurred together — gray, quiet, heavy.
And I wondered if I’d ever feel light again.

But light has a way of finding us —
not in the loud, obvious ways we expect, but in the soft ones.
In the morning coffee that tastes a little sweeter than yesterday.
In the laughter that slips out when you weren’t even trying.
In the kindness of strangers.
In the courage to say, “I’m okay,” and mean it.

One day, I looked around and realized the pain had changed.
It was still there, but softer — like a scar that no longer hurts, only reminds.
And in its place, there was light.
Not the light I lost, but a new one — gentler, steadier, born from everything I’d survived.

The truth is, not everything stays.
People leave. Feelings fade. Time moves on.
But some light remains — the kind that comes from within, the kind no loss can take away.

That’s the light of acceptance.
The light of peace.
The light of knowing you made it through, even when you thought you wouldn’t.

And when I look back now, I see it clearly:
even in the darkest moments, something was always shining —
quietly, patiently, waiting for me to notice.

It wasn’t the old light coming back.
It was mine all along.

Always and Forever

💬 What’s the light that stayed with you after everything changed? Share it — you never know whose darkness your words might brighten.