As sensitive beings, we emotionally tune in. We attach, we feel, we connect deeply.
I fantasize a lot, I plan futures with people I met for 1 week, I want to buy clothes for our future kids when he likes my Instagram story… haha.
I planned our future, how it could feel, how we might grow together. I dreamed forward, with an open heart. And that’s okay. One day, someone will meet me in that space.
Not because I asked, not because I pushed, but because they want to. Because dreaming together comes naturally to them too. Because they see me and choose me.
This person will think: “Of course she dreams forward. She’s made of vision and tenderness and fire. Of course she’s imagining our shared life, because she sees me, and us, and all we can be.”
They’ll know how to stay. How to show up. How to hold space when it gets messy. They’ll be grounded enough to grow something real. And I won’t have to raise them to get there.
Until then, I keep dreaming. Not because I need someone to complete it, but because I know my visions matter. This heart, this love, this capacity to see potential, its mine.
And I’ll keep walking my path with softness, with grace, with trust that the right person will recognize the beauty of this journey.
To the one who’ll meet me there: I’m not waiting. I’m becoming. And when you arrive, I’ll already be home in myself.
miracles of the moon ☽ 