The heart is not a waiting room for those who visit when they choose. Not something kept for lonely nights, then left behind when morning moves. I was not born to be your “sometimes.” Not the silence between your interests, nor the shadow behind your priorities. For love that arrives only in convenience is not love— it is hunger wearing affection’s face. A soul with worth does not beg for fragments. It does not celebrate crumbs as if they were feasts. Because time… is the one treasure even kings cannot reclaim. So why offer sacred hours to those who only appear when the world grows cold around them? The moon does not dim itself to compete with candles. And a woman who knows her value no longer chases uncertain hearts. She walks away quietly, not from arrogance, but from understanding. For the right connection will never make you question whether you matter. It chooses you clearly. Consistently. Without hesitation. And anything less is merely loneliness asking to borrow your light. 🖤
