She Fell in Love Right.. by HerMixedMuse
She fell in love the right way, with intention, with all of her heart. She loved honestly, softly, and steadily, with hope tucked in her chest like a prayer she never stopped believing in. She knew expectations could bruise, yet she made room for love anyway, because that is the kind of woman she was, someone who believed that love, in its purest form, was still something worth risking for..
Life happened.. Love happened... And somewhere in between those two things, a girl who only wanted to give love was met with hurt and hollow promises. She never quite figured out what she did wrong, if anything at all, She replayed conversations, reread old texts, and questioned her worth, wondering how something that once felt so safe suddenly turned into something that left her in pieces.
But this she knew, she would no longer walk the same road of aching silence and unspoken disappointments, She would stop showing up where love refused to stay, because love that wants to stay, does, it doesn’t leave you guessing, it doesn’t demand your peace as proof of loyalty, and it doesn’t make you feel small for having a big heart.
It wasn’t that she was afraid to love again, No... She just wanted to do it right this time, not perfectly, but wisely, she wanted to be careful with her heart without building walls so high that love couldn’t find her, she was no longer that same girl who begged to be understood, she had grown through tears, silence, and rediscovery.
Now, she is a woman who knows that timing matters just as much as feeling, she knows that love isn’t about how beautiful it looks from the outside, but how safe it feels when you’re in it, She knows that being alone doesn’t mean she’s unloved, it means she’s waiting for alignment, not just attention, because this time, it has to feel right, not just look right.
She is not rushing it, she is learning to trust that everything she once lost was leading her to something better, something that won’t require her to question her value. She is learning that she doesn’t have to chase what’s meant for her, because real love walks toward her too.
It took time to understand that healing doesn’t always look beautiful, Sometimes it’s silent mornings, crying quietly without telling anyone. Sometimes it’s forgiving people who never said “I’m sorry.” Sometimes it’s deleting old messages, not because she is bittered, but because she finally understood, closure doesn’t always come from them. Sometimes, closure is simply choosing peace.
There were days she doubted her strength, Nights when she felt like maybe love wasn’t for her, but then, something beautiful happened, she began to fall in love again. This time, not with someone else, but with herself.
She fell in love with her voice, the one she used to hide to avoid sounding “too emotional.”
She fell in love with her body, not because it was perfect but because she is perfection herself, but because it had carried her through everything.
She fell in love with her peace, that quiet calm that used to feel foreign.
And she fell in love with her growth, the kind that didn’t happen overnight but slowly, like sunrise after a long storm.
She no longer measures love by how long it lasts, but by how much it teaches her. Some people came to stay, others came to teach, and a few came to test her heart’s capacity to forgive. And she forgave, not because they deserved it, but because she deserved peace.
Now when she looks back, she no longer feels anger. Just gratitude, for the lessons, for the detours, and even for the heartbreaks that reshaped her faith. Because through it all, she realized that every goodbye she thought broke her was really pushing her closer to the version of herself she was always meant to become.
She learned that love shouldn’t feel like confusion. That it shouldn’t make her beg for clarity or wonder if she’s enough. The right love will meet her halfway. It will feel like stillness after a storm. It will hold her hand without making her doubt why it’s there, it will speak her language without needing translation.
So, she waits ... not in sadness, but in peace, she no longer sits by the window counting the days, she is busy living, glowing, healing, creating, praying, she is outgrowing people who love her halfway and welcoming new connections that water her peace. She’s choosing joy over drama, intention over attention, and peace over pretense.
People sometimes ask her if she still believes in love. And she smiles, that calm, knowing smile that only a healed woman wears and says, “Yes, I do, I just believe in the right kind now.”
Because she knows she deserves it, the deep, honest, soul-nourishing kind, the one that doesn’t play hide and seek with her emotions, the one that sees her heart, not just her beauty. The one that builds, not breaks. The one that feels like home, not a battlefield.
She doesn’t hate love. She honors it. She respects what it used to be and what it can still become. But she no longer bends herself to fit inside someone else’s definition of it, she is walking gracefully into her next chapter, wiser, softer, more grounded. Her crown might tilt sometimes, but it never falls, because she’s learned how to hold it steady, even in the storm.
And when love finally comes again, the right love, the one that matches her energy, her peace, her patience, she will recognize it, not because it will be loud or grand, but because it will feel like peace, like a prayer answered in silence, like everything she once hoped for but finally found within herself first.
She fell in love the right way, not just with, someone, but with her journey,
She fell in love with becoming,
She fell in love with her worth,
And now, she’s not waiting for love to find her,
She is waiting for love to meet her at her level.
Because she’s not who she used to be, she is a queen now, still soft, still kind, but stronger, wiser, and finally free.
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