I read it somewhere that fireflies speak in flashes of light.
Each, perfectly timed.
The male glows every five seconds, and the female waits 2.5 seconds to reply.

Made me wonder.
Isn’t love—the whole maddening thing—also just a matter of timing?

We forget, it’s not always about feeling the same, but feeling it at the same time.
What if you blink too early, or too late, and miss the one meant for your glow?

Like that friend who loved you as if spring, tapping on your window, just after you left to chase the monsoon.
Or the one who showed up, the day you stopped waiting.

Sometimes, it’s not that love disappeared.
It arrived. But it knocked at the wrong hour.

Maybe you both were ready to bloom, just not in the same season.
Like you both were under the same sky, but living in different timelines.

The truth is, love may have spoken your language, but not your timing.

And that’s, not miscommunication, that’s misalignment. 

Because sometimes, love is almost like fireflies.
It carries the spark, but misses the moment.
It knows how to shine, but not when to.

- Neha Sharma