“The Male Version of You”
My mom always says that when you meet the male version of yourself, that’s when you’ll meet the love of your life.
Not someone who completes you but someone who recognizes you.
Someone who mirrors your values, your depth, your wounds, your growth. Someone who understands your silence without asking you to explain it, because they’ve lived it too.
It’s the kind of love that doesn’t feel chaotic or confusing. It feels familiar. Safe. Grounded. Like home. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s honest. You don’t have to shrink, perform, or overextend to be chosen.
And maybe that’s why timing matters so much. Because you don’t meet that person until you’ve met yourself until you’ve healed enough to stop chasing and started aligning. Until you no longer want love to save you, but to walk with you.
So I’m not rushing it.
If the love of my life is the male version of me, then I trust he’s becoming too just like I am.

























































































