[ Love, my grown #01_ learned how to wait ]
There was a time I rushed into love.
Not necessarily because I fell easily,
but because I wanted it —
to be in love, to name it, to be chosen, and to start something.
Sometimes, it took just a few evenings, a few glances, a late-night text.
And, it felt like a relationship had to begin.
Looking back, I wasn’t falling fast —
I was just reaching early.
Trying to get to the part where everything felt certain.
But now, I wait.
Not out of fear. Not because I’ve become colder or cautious.
I wait because I’ve grown into knowing what I need —
and because the things that truly matter take time to reveal themselves.
Love, now, doesn’t need to rush.
It deserves space.
It deserves breath, softness, and time.
The right love will not just pull me in — it will meet me.
And both of us will know how to hold space,
not just for each other, but for who we’re still becoming.
That’s the kind of love I want to grow into.
And that’s the kind of love I’m learning to wait for.
