She said she didn’t need much.

She said she was okay with less.

That she understood.

That she didn’t expect anything.

But without intending that. She lied.

To him. To herself.

She tried to be easy going 

Because she believed she’s hard to love.

But the truth is,

She wanted to be chosen.

Fully.

Without hesitation.

Not as an afterthought, not as a convenience, not in half-hearted ways.

She loved flowers she didn’t have to ask for.

She adored effort that came without reminders.

She melted in the presence of someone who paid attention, not just to her words, but to her silences, her body language, her energy shifts.

She wanted him to be curious. Willing to know her. 

Adore her. See her in all corners of her being.

Without her asking.

She lied when she said she didn’t mind.

She cared. She wanted to hear those words. Those compliments.

Those reassurances when she felt anxious.

Not out of insecurity or ego.

But out of her need to be seen and met.

And to feel safe.

She longed for love that was spoken and shown.

For gestures that felt like “I see you.”

For messages that didn’t just answer, but reached for her.

She wanted someone who knew that intimacy doesn’t mean grand gestures, but conscious consistency. And soft words.

Because a conscious woman doesn’t crave perfection.

She craves presence.

She wants to be met, not managed.

Loved, not just liked.

Chosen, not tolerated.

She wants a love that honors her depth, not fears it.

A man who doesn’t disappear when she opens her heart too wide. Or express herself freely.

A man who doesn’t shrink from her strength or shame her sensitivity.

A man who honors her for all she is.

She wants someone who can sit with her truth without trying to fix it.

Who understands that emotional safety is not built through logic, but through attunement.

Who asks, “How can I love you better today?” and means it.

She desires touch that is intentional. Words that are honest.

A presence that feels like home.

Because she’s done dimming.

Done shrinking.

Done pretending she’s fine with breadcrumbs when she knows she was made for whole tables.

She is done saying lies. 

To herself.

She is done pretending.

She is not too much. She doesn’t ask for too much.

She is simply someone who remembers what real love feels like when it’s safe. When it’s sacred. When it’s shared between two conscious hearts willing to grow, stay, and rise, together.

And she is committed to not forget that!

May she never apologize for her standards.

May she never again lower her voice to be understood.

May she be loved in the way she’s always known deep down she deserves,

Not in silence, not in secrecy,

But in a way that leaves no room for doubt.

With love,🤍

Aniela

#empoweredwomen

www.MindfulTherapist.us

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