LOVE, ALWAYS!

Her energy enters the room before she does. She is beautifully unforgettable.

My favorite picture of you is the one I’m in.

Imagine you having someone’s dream girl, and not knowing what you have in your possession. Not knowing that he was waiting patiently for years for you to mess it up, so that he could swoop in and love her the way she deserved. And like a fool, you fumbled. Now they’re happy and building a beautiful life.

I have a feeling that this love will be my deepest love yet and I’m all in.

You are in a season of transition when you must sit still and enjoy your own company. Learn the version of yourself that you are now becoming. Release people, places and things that no longer align with who you are becoming. This season requires isolation and redirection. You will re-emerge unrecognizable. Some people will grow with you, and others will feel offended and fall off. Either way, grow, elevate, and become.

To him, she is absolutely everything! ♥️

I am living in a love that feels answered, not chased, a love I can speak about from my whole soul and mean every word, because I have never been loved like this before, and I know it now as truth, not hope.

Soft where I choose, powerful where it counts!

They may still find ways to reach your door, but they lost the right to ever be welcomed in. What remains is not connection, it is residue, and even that is fading. They keep showing up not because there is something left between you, but because they cannot accept that there isn’t. They circle what they can no longer hold, knock on what no longer opens, search for a version of you that no longer exists. The story you survived is not the story you’re living. You are not waiting, not wondering, not available. You have already left, completely and without apology, and there is nothing left here for them to touch, twist, or claim. Some endings don’t need agreement. They need distance. And you have already gone farther than they can follow.

She is not becoming, she is remembering every piece of power she once dimmed to make others comfortable. In her skin lives history, strength, beauty that does not ask for permission. She walks differently now—rooted, radiant, unapologetic, stepping fully into the woman she was always meant to be.

I’m a hopeless romantic, but I’m not chasing a love story. I’m evaluating if I can have a love story with you.

I am not asking for perfect love, only present love…

A prideful, insecure person is a disastrous mix for themselves, and anyone in proximity to them. They burn the best blessings to the ground, then lay amongst the ash and play victim.

Not only will your seeds grow where you planted them, they will also harvest in the minds of those who don’t want to see you abundant. Lay roots anyway and watch the overgrowth.

The only way for you to get straight to the big shit, is to let go of the little shit. Whatever the little shit is.