“Even in solitude, the heart can whisper: ‘I’m ready to be met.’”
Lately, I’ve found myself in this strange space -I’m happy, I’m doing well, and I love myself. I’ve started writing, expressing, and opening up in ways I never used to. But still… there’s this void. Not a painful one, but a quiet one. A longing that comes not from a lack of self-love, but maybe from being so full of it that now I want to share it with someone.
I feel it in my body. My body is craving hugs. Craving intimacy. Craving touch - not sex, just closeness. The kind that makes you feel held. Safe. Real. Seen. And I can’t just give that part of myself to anyone. It needs to feel right. True. Deep. Aligned.
I wonder, is this age? Is this time making my body speak louder? Or is this something deeper - a soul craving that’s been patient but is now starting to whisper louder each day?
I’ve been waiting. I’ve been surrendering to time, to trust, to “things falling naturally.” But sometimes I ask myself, how long will I keep waiting? I’m almost 30, and while I know love shouldn’t be rushed, this longing doesn’t feel like desperation. It feels… real.
I find myself thinking of someone. Someone who made me feel different. Seen. Someone I didn’t expect to stay in my heart for so long. It’s been almost a year, and still, that hope, that quiet belief, hasn’t left. I’m not chasing. I’m not trying to force anything. But deep down, I know. I know what I felt. And I haven’t been able to feel it with anyone else, no matter how many conversations I’ve had or people I’ve met.
Is it just manifestation? Is it just the mind holding on because I wished for it too deeply? Or is it something deeper - something my soul already recognizes?
I don’t know all the answers. Maybe I never will. But what I do know is this: craving intimacy, craving love, even while loving yourself - it doesn’t mean you’re lacking. It means you’re human. And maybe, just maybe, love is not about fixing the void but about choosing to let someone in when your soul is ready to expand.
So for now, I’ll write. I’ll stay open. I’ll keep believing that even this longing is a part of my becoming. And maybe that’s what love really is - the quiet courage to wait for what your heart knows is true.
Confidantly yours
