I’ve seen this pattern in many women...once they’re “taken,” something in them starts to fade.
They stop dressing up, stop tending to their body, stop hearing their own emotions.
And I used to wonder why.
Why would being loved mean you forget how to love you?
For me, it’s been the opposite.
The more I’m connected to someone, the more I take care of myself.
Not to prove anything...
But because real love deepens my devotion to my own being.
Of course, I’ve had my own slips...times when emotions pulled me off-center.
But even then, I never fully left myself. And maybe that’s the quiet difference:
I’ve never believed love means disappearing.
I believe love should feel like remembering.
Your body. Your beauty. Your emotions.
Still yours, even when someone holds your hand.
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If your heart has ever whispered, "I miss me"... you're not alone.
I write these to remember too.
And if something in you stirs as you read... maybe you’re remembering as well.
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