Never play games with a woman who’s found peace in her own company.
She’s done the long nights without comfort.
She’s cried alone, fixed what broke, and built something solid from silence.
She doesn’t flinch at absence — she’s used to it.
She doesn’t chase half-effort — she’s survived worse than a breadcrumb.

Your silence won’t move her. Your confusion won’t hook her.
She’s not waiting for you to choose her — she already chose herself.
She’s whole.
And when she sees the game, she won’t argue.
She won’t plead.
She’ll just disappear — quietly, with grace — and take her peace with her.

This kind of woman loves by choice, not need.
She doesn’t fear walking away — she’s done it before.
Cross her, and she won’t punish you.
She’ll simply remove the gift of her presence,
and return to the life she built without you —
a life that cost her too much to let someone reckless ruin it.

So if you think she’ll break when you go cold,
think again.
She’s already learned to thrive in the silence.

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