These days, it feels like everything happens so quickly—love, connection, and even the way we open up to each other. The world tells us to rush, to experience everything now, as if waiting is somehow a waste. But I believe there’s a beauty in holding back, in reserving the most meaningful parts of ourselves for something truly special.

For me, it’s not about being perfect or following anyone else’s rules. It’s about knowing my heart, my values, and what I want to share with someone who sees me for who I truly am. Maybe it’s old-fashioned, but I’ve decided that I want to share certain moments only with the one who makes them unforgettable—someone who feels like home.

It’s not always easy. There are moments when doubt creeps in, when you wonder if waiting makes you different or if the world will even understand. But I remind myself that the things worth having often require patience. The thought of finding someone who treasures the same ideals and wants to build something meaningful together makes the wait feel worthwhile.

So, yes, I’m taking my time. I’m not in a rush, because I know that when the right person comes along, every choice, every moment I’ve saved will feel like it was always meant for them. And that’s a kind of magic I’m willing to wait for.