But that searching itself was making me anxious. I was always looking, always waiting, always wondering. And it was exhausting. 😔

The best thing for me is to focus on becoming someone I actually like being. Not someone who plays games, not someone who pretends, not someone who's trying to be mysterious or attractive. Just... someone real. Someone with interests and dreams that have nothing to do with anyone else. Someone who reads books she loves, who tries new things, who laughs with her friends without worrying about how she looks. 📚

I think the best thing is to learn who I am when I'm alone, without anyone watching, without anyone to impress. Because if I don't know myself, how can anyone else know me? How can I build something real with someone if I'm still figuring out my own story? 💭

And maybe—just maybe—when I stop searching so desperately, when I stop being anxious about everything, when I'm just living and growing and being myself... maybe then the right person will naturally appear. Not because I caught him with games, but because he sees me and genuinely wants to be part of my life. 🌷

So the best thing for me is patience. Not the painful kind where you're waiting by the phone. But the kind where you're building a life so good that you don't have time to worry. Where you're so busy becoming yourself that someone joining that journey feels like a bonus, not a necessity. ✨

Does that make sense? Is that naive, or is that actually wisdom I'm discovering? 🤔