For two decades, Sarah and John had shared a love that weathered the storms of life and illuminated their days with warmth.
Yet, there was one peculiar habit that persisted throughout their years together: every time they made love, John insisted on shutting off the light.
At first, Sarah found it endearing, perhaps even romantic. She attributed it to John’s shy nature or his desire for intimacy in the darkness.
But as the years passed, the flick of the switch before each passionate embrace began to feel more like a routine than a gesture of affection.
One evening, after their twentieth anniversary dinner, Sarah broached the subject delicately.
“John, darling,” she began, her voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, “why do you always turn off the light when we make love?”
John paused, his expression thoughtful, as if contemplating the answer he had never considered giving. “Well, Sarah,” he finally replied, “it’s because… because…”
Sarah waited patiently, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“…because I don’t want you to see how old I’m getting,” John confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
A soft chuckle escaped Sarah’s lips, mingling with the warmth of understanding and love. “Oh, John,” she said, reaching out to caress his cheek, “after twenty years, do you really think a little light could change how I see you? You are, and always will be, the light of my life.”
Tears welled up in John’s eyes as he pulled Sarah close, their laughter mingling with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
In that moment, they realized that true love transcends the superficialities of age and appearance, shining brightly even in the darkest of nights.
From that day forward, the light remained on during their lovemaking, a symbol of the enduring bond that illuminated their hearts and souls—a love that thrived not in darkness, but in the radiant embrace of acceptance and understanding.
