Sometimes our hearts know something before our minds do. That’s exactly how it felt the other evening. I had just gotten home, slipped off my shoes, and tried to settle in, but there was a nagging feeling deep inside that something wasn’t right. I had left you earlier, and though everything seemed fine at the time, worry clung to me like a shadow.
I paced around, trying to distract myself, but the thought kept returning: What if something happened? What if I wasn’t there when you needed me? The unease was so strong that I couldn’t ignore it. Finally, I grabbed my keys and headed back out, telling myself that even if I looked silly, at least I’d have peace of mind.
When I arrived, my heart tightened. You were there, looking weaker than usual, as though time had weighed heavier on you in just those short hours. My hands trembled as I reached out, but then you lifted your head, and your eyes—tired, but still full of life—met mine. Relief rushed through me in a wave so powerful it brought tears.
I knelt beside you, whispering, “I’m here. I didn’t leave you.” And in that moment, it didn’t matter if the worry had been irrational or if others would have told me I was overthinking. All that mattered was that I had listened to my heart, and because of that, I was here with you.
You leaned gently into me, and I knew that whatever struggles tomorrow might bring, we still had today. And sometimes, that is more than enough.
I was home already, but the worry just wouldn’t leave me. Now I understand why. It wasn’t just worry—it was love pulling me back to you. And I’m so, so glad you’re still here.
