I spent so long thinking I needed someone else to complete the picture, and then one day I realized the picture was already complete. It just looked different than I expected. 🎨

There's this pressure to be half of something. To orbit around another person's gravity. But I've discovered something radical: I can be my own center. My own universe. My own reason for existing. That doesn't make me cold or afraid of connection. It makes me honest. It means when I choose to let someone close, it won't be out of desperation or incompleteness. It'll be because they genuinely add something, not because they fill a void I've invented. ✨

I read books without waiting for someone to discuss them with. I travel to places that call to me. I sit with my thoughts in cafes and don't feel the need to distract myself. I've built a life so rich that loneliness doesn't even visit anymore. She tried once, but found no welcome here. 📚

Some people see my solitude as a tragedy waiting for resolution. I see it as a masterpiece already in progress. Does that frighten you—a woman who doesn't need saving? 💫