I didn’t wait my whole life for something I’ve wanted more than anything just to settle out of impatience or fear of being left behind. I care far more about the quality of my marriage than the timing of it. I’m holding out for a love that meets me where I am and still inspires me to grow. A love that’s intentional, reciprocal, and rooted in presence, not convenience. I won’t lower my standards or dull my spirit to fit inside someone else’s limitations. I won’t settle just to be chosen. I’ve learned to give myself the kind of love I desire, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for someone who brings me that same depth. I’d rather remain alone than share my life with someone whose presence feels lonelier than my solitude or spend my days proving my worth to someone who isn’t ready to hold it. Until I find the kind of love that reflects who I’ve become, it might look like I don’t date (even though I do 😉). Because I hope to only introduce one person to you as my forever person. 💜 Romans 8:28 Photos by: @taradunnconnects 🥰