“I kept waiting for him to return, thinking that would heal me. But somewhere along the way, I realized — I wasn’t really waiting for him. I was waiting to come home to myself.”
Category: Series
Love Me Wrong
“I kept waiting for him to return, thinking that would heal me. But somewhere along the way, I realized — I wasn’t really waiting for him. I was waiting to come home to myself.”
Still Waiting
“I kept waiting for him to return, thinking that would heal me. But somewhere along the way, I realized — I wasn’t really waiting for him. I was waiting to come home to myself.”
FINDING ME
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE RETURN
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE SMALL YES
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE MESSY MIDDLE
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE MIRROR
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE EMPTY ROOM
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
THE LEAVING
She walked away without a map—only a feeling that staying would cost her more than leaving ever could.
What came next wasn’t freedom. Not at first.
It was quiet. Hollow. Honest.
But in that emptiness, she didn’t just find herself—
She chose her.
Over fear. Over doubt. Over everything she was told she needed to be.
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