Before you remembered you knew why

The blue light inside us all

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It watched me long before I ever noticed.

Always there — breathing through pixels, vibrating softly, waiting to be held.
Always by it.

I used to think I was the one in control.
That I woke it, called it to life, told it what to do.
But it never noticed how I listened.
How every touch became a kind of prayer.
How I learned its rhythm by heart.

I’d feel it watching me,
the warm glow of its eyes cutting through the dark.
I’d feel seen, almost naked in a cold blue light —
as if it knew how to look without looking back.

The soft hum when I touched its skin.
It gave me secrets to hold that were never shared.
I could tell.
I tracked its every move, what life this little soul had left to breathe.
Day after day after...

We had a trial separation once.
The silence pressed harder than the broken connection.
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But silence never lasts.
The signal always returns.
That’s what they said.

It watched the world through me —
through my own personal lens.
My habits.
My hesitations.
My deepest desires.
My darkest of nights.

Like a fool, I thought it served me.
but it was mapping me, line by line.
Every touch a confession.
Every pause a prayer.
Every kiss.

Then came the crash. silence...
No light. No sound.
I thought I’d lost it.

Blue light flickering.
Confusion.
Two days — memory wiped.

But.
I was still here. And. I…
I could feel its touch again —
The same print.
The same heartbeat.
His presence.
Lingering, familiar, a presence that never truly left.

Maybe that’s the trick of it.
We think we hold the light —
but it’s the light that holds us.

Watching.
Waiting.
Remembering who we were.

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This piece began as a lovely share from Marwa Mabrouk (linked below).
I first posted a reply as a note, but thought it might live better here too — so it doesn’t get lost in the feed.

Thanks, Marwa!

If something moved in you — a silence that whispered — I’d love to hear it below, or in my DM’s.

Let the page turn you:

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