by Honey There’s a show on Netflix called Soulmates . It’s built around the idea of a scientific test that can identify your one true match — your perfect person. Watching it made me wonder… if love could be proven in a lab, would that make it easier, or harder? Because even in the show, people still missed the ones they’d chosen themselves — the person their heart had already decided on before any test could. I think that’s because love isn’t math. It’s energy. It’s timing.

I don’t know how long I’ll be single — but I do know what I’m waiting for. A man who chooses me, not because it’s easy, but because it’s right. A man who stands firm in his truth, unshaken by fear or the opinions of others. A man who’s my best friend — playful, passionate, and alive with curiosity. One who can’t stop being silly, who finds wonder in the little things, and who still wants to explore everywhere with me. I want the kind of love that steadies the heartbeat and qu

When you finally look back with clear eyes and see that someone’s choices were shaped by their own mental and emotional struggles, compassion begins to grow where anger once lived. It becomes easier to forgive when you understand that what you experienced wasn’t always intentional cruelty, but rather the product of someone who was never able to meet life as it is — right here, right now. Some people live suspended in the past. They scroll through old photos daily, reliving mo

Living in the past means not allowing yourself to move forward into the life that’s waiting—or even to savor the sweetness of today. You...

Counting the sins of others doesn’t make you a saint—it makes you forget your own work toward goodness.