The next time love visits me.

On what I want romantic love to feel like the next time that it comes to me.

I am a lover girl at heart.

I love love. I am a hopeless romantic. I cry watching romcoms. I can spend hours watching proposal videos, though I don’t desire marriage for myself. But, my last few brushes with serious romantic love have me hiding from it. I don’t currently desire it and I have a lot more healing to do before I can welcome it healthily into my life again. Though I am taking my time with an invitation, all the expressions of love across my timelines today have me musing about what I want love to feel like the next time it comes.

One of my favorite shots from my first boudoir session. Cropped to not allow the cheeks to distract from the innocence of this post, haha.

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My next love…

My next love will be a free love. It will be a healed loved.

My next love will welcome and match my intensity, instead of being overwhelmed by it. They won’t make me feel like too much.

My next love will consider, see, hear, and care for me.

My next love will value and appreciate me and will be intentional about showing me just how much.

My next love will communicate effectively. I won’t have to wonder or guess because they will make the necessary known.

My next love will tell me when I’m wrong or if I’ve caused them harm, and give me opportunities to correct them.

My next love will laugh, play, and create with me.

My next love will shower me with forehead kisses and embraces that let me know everything will be just fine.

My next love will move intentionally in our connection and will be open to compromise to come to an understanding.

My next love will love my body and be an active participant in my pleasure.

My next love will know me deeply and encourage me to continue to grow.

My next love will match or surpass the level of intimacy I experience in my platonic connections.

My next love will love and adore my daughter, knowing she is an extension of me.

My next love will not cause my love of self to regress or disappear completely.

My next love will heal more than it hurts.

My next love will contribute as much to my happiness as I do to theirs.

My next love will be so good that it will feel ordained by a higher source.

What do you want love to feel like for you?

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