It does matter. It matters enormously. And I need to be honest about that. 💫

For so long, I told myself I could make exceptions, that love could bridge differences that faith creates. But what I'm learning is that those aren't exceptions—they're compromises that wear you down over time. They're the kind of choices that seem romantic in movies but create real pain in actual life. 🕯️

What's best for me is to know what I need and to be brave enough to wait for it, even when waiting is lonely. Even when I see people around me making different choices and building lives that look happy from the outside. I know myself well enough now to understand that surface happiness isn't enough for me—I need something that goes deeper. 💎

The best thing I can do for myself is to respect my own faith deeply enough to actually live according to it. Not just on Sundays, but in every decision I make, especially the ones that matter most. 🌟

If I compromise the core of who I am for the comfort of not being alone, haven't I made myself alone anyway? 💭✨