But don’t rush. Please don’t race ahead just because the one you left is already flaunting some new puppet. That’s not love; it’s theater. Don’t let their performance drag you into another act you were never meant to audition for. Take this time; pour it into yourself. Let the wounds breathe. Let the mirror reflect who you really are, not who they tried to convince you to be. Let your soul catch up to your body.
Because when you finally meet someone worthy of your light, it won’t be fireworks; it’ll be peace. And the narcissist? They’ll feel it—that deep, unshakable loss of the thing they never truly appreciated. Not because you’ve moved on, but because you’ve risen. When love finally feels safe, when affection isn’t a transaction, when you’re no longer walking on eggshells but dancing on solid ground—you’ll know. You’ll know what you were missing, and you’ll never settle for less again.
As you walk this winding road called life, there will be others—more manipulators, more smooth talkers, more hollow hearts dressed in borrowed light. Some will look like peace; some will sound like love. But if you look close enough, if you listen deep enough, you’ll feel the fracture. They’ll try to pull you off course, entangle you in confusion, make you question what you already know. That’s their game. That’s how they survive—feeding off your doubt, your softness, your grace.
But now you’ve grown sharper, wiser, grounded. You’ve got discernment, and that’s no small thing. It’s a gift, one you paid for in tears and time. So don’t ignore the red flags now. Don’t second-guess that gut feeling. It’s not paranoia; it’s protection. You’re not walking this path alone. There’s a higher hand at work here. And the energy you carry—that frequency of hope, of truth, of grit and healing—draws in what’s meant for you. It repels the counterfeit. It clears the way.
So keep shining. Keep showing up as you—whole, flawed, real. Because in time, what’s meant for your soul will find its way. Not chaos, not control, but connection—mutual, steady, safe. I believe that with every fiber of my being. You’ve tasted the fire. You’ve walked through storms that could have buried you, but didn’t. And out of all of that came something more precious than perfection: wisdom. You’ve learned what love is supposed to feel like, what respect actually looks like, what peace sounds like in the stillness.
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