02/16/2025
**"The Porchlight Still Glows"**
Mia never thought she'd come back to the house on Willow Creek. It had been ten years since she last stepped onto the worn wooden planks of the front porch, since she last leaned against the reclaimed wood walls that her grandfather had once built by hand.
But here she was.
The black door still creaked the same way it used to when she snuck out on summer nights. The porchlight, the old metal fixture she and Eli had picked out together, still cast its warm glow—just like it had on the night he first kissed her.
She closed her eyes, and suddenly, it was a decade ago.
Eli had been the boy next door, the one who taught her how to fish and how to drive an old truck down the backroads. The one who carved their initials into the wooden bench by the door, swearing they’d last forever.
But forever had come with complications. College, ambitions, the big city—she had left, and Eli had stayed. They wrote letters at first, called late at night when the world was quiet. But slowly, life pulled them apart, until one day, the letters stopped.
Now, she was back.
The door swung open before she could knock, and there he was—Eli, standing in the same doorway where she’d said goodbye all those years ago.
“I saw your car pull in,” he said, his voice warm, familiar.
She smiled, her heart pounding. “Figured I’d stop by.”
Eli glanced at the porchlight, the same way he used to when they were kids. “I always left the light on,” he said softly.
Mia felt her breath hitch. “Why?”
His gaze met hers, steady and sure. “Because I knew you’d come back someday.”
And just like that, she knew she was home.
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