The Unforgettable Essence of Real Love

I’ve always known I couldn’t settle. Not for comfort. Not for company. I don’t want to be with someone just to fill the space beside me.

I love love. The kind that pulses through your bones and makes the world spin softer. I won’t settle for anything less that the loud, aching, unapologetic kind of love. The kind you want to shout from the rooftops.

I’ve spent most of my life as a secret. Not hidden, exactly, just rarely fully seen. I connect with people deeply, in ways that sometimes shakes them. And thought I don’t always stay, I stay long enough to hold the space. To be there in the in between until they find the one who feels like home.

I love that.

The way hearts brush in passing. I don’t need forever, just those fleeting electric moments of being truly known.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between wanting to be loved and wanting to be wanted. Both ache, but they’re not the same.

I’ve stopped searching. When you’ve known real love, the kind that changes the shape of you, you understand it can’t be hunted. You can’t fabricate that spark, that thread between souls. It’s either there or it isn’t.

And I miss it.

I miss the unspoken pull. The static in the air. I remember what it felt like, stars filling my eyes, that ache in my stomach, the unmistaken knowing, the moment I walked into a room and felt;

There you are.