People often say that darkness is the absence of light.
But to me, darkness isn’t simply when the sun sets or the lights go out.
True darkness is when she’s not here.
The room may be filled with glowing lamps,
the city may shine with a thousand colors—
but without her, everything feels cold and silent.
Her smile is the sunrise in my heart,
her voice is the moonlight that soothes my soul.
Without her, time slows down,
space feels empty,
and my heart loses its way.
She is the only light I need.
The ray of warmth that cuts through cloudy days,
the quiet glow that guides me when everything else seems to fall apart.
She doesn’t need to be dazzling like the sun—
just being herself is enough:
gentle, warm, and near.
So to me, darkness isn’t something to fear.
What’s truly frightening is a world without her.
A world missing the light in her eyes,
the sound of her laughter,
the presence that makes me feel truly alive.
Because even in the darkest night,
if she’s here,
I see light.
