If you’re reading this… it means I finally found my way back here.
Back to this little corner of the internet.
Back to my thoughts.
Back to the girl who once believed love was worth writing about.
Years ago, I started this blog because I was still looking for love.
Not the fairytale kind. Not the perfect kind.
The real kind.
The kind that grows.
The kind that heals.
The kind that doesn’t run when things get messy.
Somewhere along the way, life happened.
Hearts were broken.
Dreams were paused.
And I stopped writing.
Not because I stopped believing…
But because sometimes believing hurts.
There were days I felt invisible.
Days I wondered if love had skipped my name.
Days I questioned if waiting was foolish.
But there were also days I learned:
✨ How to choose myself
✨ How to heal quietly
✨ How to love without losing who I am
And every lesson led me back here.
To words.
To hope.
To you.
I’m back because stories deserve to be told.
I’m back because somewhere out there, someone feels exactly the way I once did.
Lonely.
Hopeful.
Confused.
Brave.
And if my words can remind even one person that they’re not alone…
Then this space matters.
Recently, I started writing again.
Not just posts.
Letters.
Letters to the person I haven’t met yet.
Letters to love.
Letters to the future.
They remind me that :
Waiting isn’t weakness.
Healing isn’t failure.
Being single isn’t being behind.
It’s becoming.
From today on, this blog will be:
š Honest letters
š Reflections on love & growth
š Stories of healing
š Hope for the hopeless romantics
No pretending.
No perfection.
Just real hearts.
Real journeys.
Real love.
If you’re still waiting,
still dreaming,
still believing…
You’re in the right place.
Let’s walk this journey together.
Dear Love,
I’m still here.
And I’m not giving up on you.
With hope,
Lean š
Not the fairytale kind. Not the perfect kind.
The real kind.
The kind that grows.
The kind that heals.
The kind that doesn’t run when things get messy.
Somewhere along the way, life happened.
Hearts were broken.
Dreams were paused.
And I stopped writing.
Not because I stopped believing…
But because sometimes believing hurts.
š The Truth Is…
There were days I felt invisible.
Days I wondered if love had skipped my name.
Days I questioned if waiting was foolish.
But there were also days I learned:
✨ How to choose myself
✨ How to heal quietly
✨ How to love without losing who I am
And every lesson led me back here.
To words.
To hope.
To you.
š Why I’m Back
I’m back because stories deserve to be told.
I’m back because somewhere out there, someone feels exactly the way I once did.
Lonely.
Hopeful.
Confused.
Brave.
And if my words can remind even one person that they’re not alone…
Then this space matters.
š Letters to My Soulmate
Recently, I started writing again.
Not just posts.
Letters.
Letters to the person I haven’t met yet.
Letters to love.
Letters to the future.
They remind me that :
Waiting isn’t weakness.
Healing isn’t failure.
Being single isn’t being behind.
It’s becoming.
š± What You’ll Find Here Now
From today on, this blog will be:
š Honest letters
š Reflections on love & growth
š Stories of healing
š Hope for the hopeless romantics
No pretending.
No perfection.
Just real hearts.
Real journeys.
Real love.
š· If You’re Still Looking…
If you’re still waiting,
still dreaming,
still believing…
You’re in the right place.
Let’s walk this journey together.
Dear Love,
I’m still here.
And I’m not giving up on you.
With hope,
Lean š
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