I wait. Not because I am afraid, not because I doubt, but because I understand what it means to honor both you and myself. I won’t move first. I won’t stretch myself thin trying to be seen. I know the shape of my own heart, and I know it deserves someone who chooses to move toward it. This waiting is not silence, not surrender. It is a calm rooted in self-knowledge. I want someone who steps forward. Not out of obligation or curiosity, but because they feel something real and are willing to act on it. Because they see me clearly and still decide to come closer. I will not fill the space between us with noise or reach beyond myself to close the gap. If you feel this too, if you recognize what stands quietly open before you, then cross the distance. Let it be your choice. Let your steps be sure. I will be here, whole and awake, but never chasing. I want to be met. Nothing less will do.