There’s a version of me that got buried under years of trying to survive, trying to keep the peace, trying to be enough for people who never truly saw me.
But lately… something beautiful has been happening.
The old me—the real me—has been returning.
Not the me who was shaped by someone else’s expectations. Not the version that lived on eggshells, constantly managing moods, navigating manipulation, or questioning her own reality.
No. She’s gone.
In her place is the woman I used to be—before the layers of fear, before the compromises that drained my spirit.
And also… someone entirely new. A version that has walked through the fire and come out more whole, more certain, more awake than ever before.
So, what do I want now?
✨ I want honesty—no more games, no more masks, no more half-truths.
✨ I want kindness—words spoken gently, actions that reflect thoughtfulness.
✨ I want warmth—a heart that welcomes mine, even on my tired days.
✨ I want understanding—not perfection, but someone who tries to get me.
✨ I want to be heard—really heard—not just nodded at, but listened to.
✨ I want to share life—its quiet mornings, silly jokes, messy moments, and deep conversations.
✨ I want to dream again—with someone who dares to dream beside me.
✨ I want to love—and feel safe doing so.
✨ I want to feel loved in return—not for what I give, but simply for who I am.
✨ I want to be appreciated—not taken for granted.
✨ I want to be spoilt sometimes—just because someone thought of me.
✨ I want to be cherished—as something rare and beautiful.
✨ I want to be seen—not for the roles I play, but for the soul I am.
Is that too much to ask?
Is it even possible… all in one person?
Maybe the world wants us to believe that we should “settle.”
That we’re asking for fairy tales.
That people like this don’t exist.
But I don’t believe that anymore.
Because if I can hold this much love, this much depth, this much truth in my own heart—then surely there is someone out there who can hold it too. Someone who doesn’t see it as “too much,” but as exactly right.
So, no… I won’t shrink.
I won’t lower my standards to fit into small hearts or narrow minds.
I won’t apologize for wanting the real thing.
I’ve come too far for that.
This is me now.
The new me… or should I say, the old me—finally home.
