There was a time when I believed the stars belonged to other skies- beautiful enough to admire, too distant to call my own. Then you arrived. Not as lightning that startled the heavens, nor as a fire that demanded to be seen. You came the way morning finds the earth- without asking permission. Since then, I have wondered what teaches a river to surrender to the sea, or gives a seed the courage to break itself open, trusting that loss can become a forest. Perhaps love has always known what we spend a lifetime trying to learn- that we are changed not by force, but by light. You are the light of my soul. Not because you shine brighter than the stars- but because you found the quiet lantern I had hidden beneath years of silence, and with nothing but your patience, you taught it to remember its own flame. Now, even silence speaks your name. The wind carries your kindness. The rain falls with your gentleness. And ordinary days, those unnoticed hours that slip quietly through the hands of time, have become the place where forever chooses to live. If someone asked me what love looks like, I would not speak of miracles. I would speak of a hand that reaches without possession; of eyes that see without judgment; of a heart that stays without asking another heart to become anything other than itself. Years will gather. The seasons will write their silver through our hair. Our footsteps will grow softer. The world will continue its endless turning. Yet there is a light that time has never learned to extinguish. It lives where one soul has truly recognized another- not as perfect, not as complete, but as home. And if, one day, every poem returns to silence, every song to the wind, and every memory to the keeping of the stars, I believe one truth will remain: that the rarest love is not the one that changes who we are, but the one that gently lifts the forgotten light within us, until we remember that we were made to shine. #TheLightThatFoundMe - @sumitrapaudelupreti