Setting The Scene For Your Next Love Story
Wondering what the cards have in store for you? How destiny is playing a hand in your love life? This for my single ladies that can feel love approaching towards them but can't seem to get an insight on how things will go down? Well you're in luck love, cause I am the director and just yelled 'ACTION!' 🎬
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You are out with your friends. The music is good, the drinks are flowing, and you are not thinking about romance. You are not scanning the room. You are not wondering if someone is watching you. You are just present. Laughing. Dancing. Being the kind of happy that makes other people look up.
Because that is what happens. You laugh. Loudly. Genuinely. The kind of laugh that comes from your stomach and escapes before you can stop it. And across the room, someone hears it.
You do not notice them yet. You are too busy being alive. But they notice you. The most beautifully unique person they have seen in a while. It takes a lot to impress them, and you have done it in a second. Their attention instantly redirects from whatever conversation they were having with their friends. They stop mid‑sentence. Their friends follow their gaze and then look back at them with knowing smirks.
But they do not care. They are watching the way your laugh sounds, the way your hair frames your face perfectly, the way you look like a familiar soul even though they know this is the first time they have seen you. Because they would have never forgotten someone like you.
You still do not notice them. You are spinning, dancing, glowing with happiness itself. Your friends are in their own little world. You are in yours. And across the room, this person is trying to play it cool, but they cannot stop looking at you.
Their friends push them. "Go talk to her." But they hesitate. They make excuses. Maybe they should not bother you. You seem to be out with your friends, having a good time. You probably would not want some stranger hitting on you. Their friends look at each other, perplexed. "What has gotten into you?" "Since when are YOU struggling to approach a girl?"
But yeah, lol. They are nervous. This does not feel like a harmless flirt. It feels bigger. More important.
You still have no idea any of this is happening. You are laughing at something your friend said. You are not looking around. You are not trying to be seen. And that is exactly why they cannot look away.
Then your friends decide to move. Go to another bar. Someone they know is having a party. Whatever. You grab your things. You head toward the door. You are almost past the doorframe when you hear a voice behind you.
"Excuse me, you were going to forget your bag."
You turn around. They are holding your bag. Your eyes meet for the first time. And you just know.
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Your next love story happens when you are ready. Ready for anything, everything, full of hope for the future.
You are aware of your own power and how easy it is for you to make things happen. You have finally made it. And it feels good. That is when Cupid decides to strike.
This person seems to be the only annoying thing in your life at the time. There is always some friction between you guys. You could work with this person. They love to argue with you. They love to see you riled up. They think it is cute. You think they are immature. Two things can be true at once.
You are ice cold. Even if they hold some type of authority over you. They could be your boss? Placed higher in the corporate hierarchy.
You have built your peace like a fortress. Took you years. Therapy, boundaries, cutting off people who drained you. And now you finally feel solid. You are not about to let some argumentative coworker or boss or whoever they are mess that up. So you keep your distance. You keep it professional. You roll your eyes when they leave the room and you never let them see you sweat.
But they see it anyway. They see everything. They notice when you are tired, when you are stressed, when you are holding back a laugh at one of their stupid jokes. And they file all of it away. For later.
I do not know how things went on their side. They will not open up to me. But I can tell you how it starts. One day something shifts. Maybe you guys have to work closely on a project together. And they soften around you. They compliment you. Bring you your favorite coffee. And you can feel the energy shifting between you.
You do not see it as good. You cannot afford to get hurt. Not when you are doing so good. When you have finally found some type of peace. Not today, Satan.
So you deflect. You say thank you, short and dry. You keep your headphones on during lunch. You act like the coffee means nothing. But it does not mean nothing. You notice that they remembered. You notice that they got the order right. You notice that they looked at you differently when they handed it to you.
Because you know yourself. You know that once you let someone in, you let them all the way in. And you are not sure you survive another one walking away.
This will take time to unfold. You guys will realize how much better the win is when you win together. There is going to be a moment when the both of you will see your efforts pay off. You will be so excited you will jump with excitement and giggle. Both of you guys could have felt stressed to the top earlier, and now that everything is okay, it sounds silly how much you were crashing out.
The laughs quiet down, but your eyes are still on each other. It feels heavy. Like all the sexual tension came back down.
And here is the part you do not expect. They do not rush. They do not make a joke to break the tension. They just look at you. And for the first time, you do not look away first.
Time has slowed. Every movement feels intentional. They remove the hair on your lip that got caught in your lipgloss. And their thumb caresses your bottom lip. You let them do it, unable to keep your eyes off of them. They smile when they realize you want this as much as them.
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Your next love story happens when you've leveled up in some ways, financial, physical, any type but you do not feel like it. You're still suffering from a lot of doubt and believe the other shoe is about to drop. But it won't. It's just your nervous system that hasn't picked up the vibe accurately. Because something is about to enter your life, and with your past you assume it is a bad thing, but no babes. It's love.
You have done the work. You have climbed the mountain. You have changed jobs, changed bodies, changed mindsets. On paper, you are a success story. But inside? Inside you are still waiting for the floor to fall out. You keep looking over your shoulder, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It never does. Not this time.
This person feels like your justice. They want to do things right with you. Take things slow. No rushing, no pressure, no games. They are already moving towards you, already thinking about communicating, already planning how to reach out. You are not chasing them. They are coming to you.
Whatever they say to you will end some doubt you had about yourself. About your worth. About whether you deserve good things. Maybe they come with a work offer that makes you believe in your abilities again. Maybe they look at you and see the value you have been blind to. Either way, their words will land like a key turning in a lock.
And that lock? It has been stuck for years. You have been standing outside your own life, wondering why you could not get in. They hand you the key without even knowing they had it.
This could solidify your beliefs about being worthy of happiness. Worthy of bliss. Worthy of someone who stays.
I feel like I am not supposed to tell you too much, so you do not find a way to fuck up the timeline. But I will tell you about the relationship between you guys.
It is honest. Genuine. They love you unconditionally, and you do the same. No performance. No pretending. No walking on eggshells. You will look at each other sometimes and just laugh because it is so easy. Because it was never supposed to be as hard as you made it before.
You will find yourself crying sometimes. Thinking about your past. Not because you are sad. Because you cannot believe how far you have come. You will be lying in bed next to them, or cooking dinner, or driving home from somewhere, and a memory will hit you. The person you used to be. The things you used to accept. The way you used to beg for scraps. And you will cry. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. Tears of realizing that you finally let yourself have something good.
That is your pile three, babe. It is coming. Do not block it. Do not talk yourself out of it. Just let it in.
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