My Goddess.
My next relationship will be my last, that’s why I refuse to rush it, chase it, settle for less, or worry about not finding love at all.
Because I want this love to arrive on its own accord; to discover me piece by piece, and to understand me in ways that no one else has.
Someone who understands the depths of my soul, and takes the time to learn my heart.
Who sees me as I truly am, who understands my intricacies, who hears the words I don’t say, and who chooses me every single day.
Someone who embraces my scars and offers them safety instead of judgement.
A place where I’m truly wanted, not as an option but as the only choice; a flame that wants to burn for a lifetime, not just a chapter.
I want a love that grows gently, patiently, and beautifully, because when two souls are destined to spend forever together, time becomes irrelevant.
And when it finally finds me, it won’t just be love, it will be home; the place where my soul can rest, my heart can finally stay, and where I’ll never have to question my worth or whether or not I truly belong.
~ Abdullah.
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