Writers 
You don’t have to dim your light
because someone cannot bear the sun.
You don’t have to fold yourself smaller
just to make another person comfortable.
She sat by the window,
golden light resting on her face,
and for once,
she did not move away.
He sat across from her,
hiding in the shadows,
looking at her brightness
as if it were something to fear.
She had spent too long wondering,
Am I too much?
Too caring?
Too open?
Too full of light?
But that evening,
she finally understood.
Her light was never the problem.
Some people wear shades
even when the sun is gentle.
Some hearts have learned to hide
so deeply
that warmth feels like pressure.
So she stayed where she was.
She did not become less loving.
She did not silence her laughter.
She did not apologize
for the warmth she carried.
And slowly,
he stopped resisting the light.
His shoulders softened.
His breathing became easier.
He looked at her differently,
not as someone who was too much,
but as someone who simply knew
how to shine.
And she smiled.
Because the right people
will not ask you to become darkness
just because they are afraid of the light.
They will sit beside you,
take off their shades,
and realize
your glow was never meant to blind them.
It was meant to help them see.
