Chapter 16 | “The New Language of Love”

 

The Gate of Reunion

That night, I dreamed I was walking across a bridge made of light.
It led to a door, half-open, just like the backyard gate at my grandmother’s house long ago.

A breeze slipped through the crack —
carrying the scent of warm earth and something sweet,
as if someone inside was roasting sweet potatoes.

Before I could step closer,
a voice came from beyond the door — gentle, slow, and so familiar it brought tears to my eyes.

“You finally came.”

I froze.
Unsure whether to move forward or simply stand there,
like a child returned to the past.

The voice continued:
“You thought you were searching for a path,
but really… you’ve been searching for a place you never truly left.”

I looked down.
The bridge beneath my feet had begun to turn transparent —
as if the next step would plunge me into a deeper truth.

I took a breath… and opened the door.

There was nothing behind it.
No house. No person.
Just an endless sky of gold.

But inside, I felt peace —
as if I had walked into the arms of something that knew me.

And I understood then:
Reunion isn’t about finding someone or retrieving something lost.

It’s about finally daring to step into who you truly are.

And that door —
was always there.

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