You don’t have to explain where you’ve been.
You don’t need to unpack the silence or justify the detour.

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You’re here now.
That’s what matters.

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You didn’t fail.
You didn’t fall too far.
You didn’t ruin anything by needing time.

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You were healing.
You were remembering.
You were finding your way back through a map only your soul could read.

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And yes—maybe you forgot for a while.
Forgot your magic.
Forgot your softness.
Forgot the warmth of your own light.

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But forgetting isn’t the same as losing.

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Everything you are still lives here.

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The joy.   The clarity.   The fire.

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It’s been waiting.
Patiently. Quietly. Without resentment.

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You’re not late.

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You’re right on time for your own return.

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So come in.

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No shame.   No guilt.   No penance.  

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Just breath.   Just softness.   Just home.

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— From the one who never closed the door.