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I'm here to

I'm here to meet guys minimum 44 years old for serious relationship.

About me

A strategist in silk.
I analyze before I engage.
Introverted, not invisible.
Fluent in subtext, allergic to small talk.
Drawn to minds that ask why - not just what.
If you're looking for loud, look elsewhere.

I balance like a blade, not a ballerina.
Introvert by design, not by weakness.
Mirror you if you’re real.
Ignore you if you’re noise.
Soft when earned. Sharp by default.

I'm not here to be understood by everyone...
just to be remembered by the right ones.

And if you dare to tempt me, bring fire.
Here, I offer matches, gasoline, and tons of dynamite.
Let's burn with intention.
If you don’t flinch easily, stay!
I like those who can hold a stare.

If you understand paradox,
we might already be in conversation.


-eL

About you

Dear My Future Man,
I don't know where you are right now.
Maybe you're still figuring things out.
Maybe you're lost on roads that don't lead anywhere.
Maybe you're fighting your own silent battles, like I fought mine.
But wherever you are...
listen closely:
I'm here.
I'm not hiding.
I'm not lost.
I'm standing exactly where love has been trying to lead us all along,
heart wide open, hands steady, soul ready.
I built my own peace.
I survived my own wars.
I paved my own way.
Not because I wanted to be alone,
but because I had to be whole...
for you,
for me,
for the future life we deserve.
I'm not waiting in a tower.
I'm not trapped needing rescue.
I'm standing in sunlight and rain,
building a life that matters,
until you... finally, show up ... not just for me, but for yourself too.
So if you're still wandering,
if you're still doubting,
if you're still scared
let me say this clearly: I'm not going anywhere.
But know this...
I won't shrink.
I won't beg.
I won't dim my light to make it easier for you to find me.
You want this life with me?
Come whole.
Come real.
Come ready.
There's a 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 waiting here,
where 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 turn into gardens,
where 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 turn into lullabies,
where all the broken pieces turn into walls that protect, not imprison.

I'm here.
Waiting.
Not forever.
But, for as long as it takes for the right heart -
... yours - to remember the way home.

Find me.

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