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He will see the fire in my eyes and the softness in my soul, and he’ll honor both. He won’t try to tame my fire or reawaken the weary warrior I’ve fought so hard to quiet.

He’ll admire the strength I carry, but he’ll also hold sacred space for my feminine heart — for peace, for nurturing, for soul-healing love. For the tender parts that both ache and bloom.

He has walked through his own storms, the kind that break you open and strip away all that is false. He’s done the inner work and always will, because he knows that’s what self-love truly means.

He is emotionally awake. Grounded. Present. He has real depth and isn’t afraid to swim in mine. He has met himself in the darkest shadows, and because of this, he’ll recognize me in my fullest light.

He will be ready for the way I love. For the depth I feel, for everything I am, unapologetically and completely.

Not just a love I dream of — but one I know I’m worthy of.

—Nora Writes

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I don’t even have male friends, you’re just him or you’re not… don’t waste my time!

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Thank you God a thousand times