Uncharted Hearts: Navigating Love’s Unknown

In the brief chapters of our acquaintance,
you crowned me with a name I’ve longed for—
and I still wonder if I’m worthy of such a title.
Our connection has been a storm of seasons,
a fast-forward through lifetimes,
a love that bloomed in days but felt like years.

In your presence,
I glimpse a version of myself I almost forgot—
a woman who loves with abandon,
who feels empowered in your gaze, not diminished.
The universe within me has shifted.
And I ask myself:
Am I the kind of woman this crown was meant for?

My affection for you has evolved—
not the kind I imagined,
but the kind that surprises you in the quiet.
I’ve loved an idea before,
a figment conjured in the soft corners of my mind.
But you…
you are real.
And still, somehow, you echo the dream.

Your intellect is a tapestry—
curious, layered, alive.
Your kindness, your humor, your warmth—
they leave fingerprints on my soul.
When you speak,
I listen with my whole body.

But the truth remains:
we are still strangers in many ways.
Perhaps it’s time to pause—
to breathe between the pages.
Let’s not rush toward a destination
that neither of us can name.
Let’s begin again.
Not as lovers or strangers,
but as travelers
choosing, moment by moment,
whether to walk together
or part with grace.

“She is not lost—she is simply charting a map no one else dared to draw.”
—Elowen

@notesformysoulmate

This work is protected—not to anchor the ache, but to honor the stillness she chose instead of pursuit.
Because even compassless love deserves to be remembered with grace.
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