Rooted & Rising

I haven’t given up on love.
What I’ve given up on is settling.

I still desire peace, love, and deep connection with a future partner—but now I understand that those things begin with how I am treated, not just how I feel. I no longer want intensity without stability or affection without accountability. I want partnership in the truest sense of the word.

I want someone who connects with me—not just physically or emotionally, but mentally and spiritually. Someone who listens without trying to fix me. Someone who values conversation, presence, and mutual effort. I want to feel chosen, not tolerated. Considered, not convenient.

I want peace in love. The kind that doesn’t leave me anxious, guessing, or overextending myself to be enough. I want love that feels safe, consistent, and honest. Love that doesn’t require me to shrink, explain, or justify my needs. Love that allows me to be fully myself—soft, strong, healing, and growing.

I want a partner, not a project. Someone who walks beside me, not ahead of me or behind me. Someone who respects my boundaries, honors my past without trying to rewrite it, and celebrates the woman I’ve become—not the version they think I should be.

I want to be loved for who I am, not for what I give, fix, or tolerate. Loved in my truth. Loved in my faith. Loved in my humanity.

This time, I’m not rushing love. I’m trusting it. I believe the right connection won’t confuse me—it will calm me. It won’t compete with my peace; it will protect it. And when love comes again, it will meet me where I am—whole, grounded, and finally at home with myself.