He found me ... but I say 'Hi'.

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Wait a minute

 

Two months ago, someone took a look at my blog.

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First my story.
Then a soft comment under my photos.

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Polite. Respectful. No weird energy.
Just… present.

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Something in me went:
Hmm.

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So I did what we all do - I took a look back.

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Same interests.
Same depth.
Same way of looking at life.

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Interesting.

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I closed the app.
But something didn’t close in me.

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A feeling.
A question mark.
An urge.

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And I tried to ignore it.

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Because let’s be honest -
not every curiosity is a calling.
Right?

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Time passed.

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But the feeling didn’t.

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It didn’t scream.
It didn’t obsess.
It just… stayed.

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So I decided to send a message.
Very carefully. Very integrated. Very clear.

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Not a dating move.
Not a “hey handsome.”
More like:

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“Hi brother… do we have something to talk about?”

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Clear intention.
Open heart.
Zero agenda.

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Message sent.

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Not opened.
Not read.
Probably sacrificed in the holy land of message requests.

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Universal energy is one thing.
Internet algorithms?
Another story.
Big eye roll.

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Life goes on… you think.

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Not really.

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Because something kept knocking inside me.

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Why?
What is this?
Am I projecting?
Is this ego?
Is this intuition?

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I don’t know if he has a wife.
And let’s be clear — I will never be that woman.

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It could just be another stranger passing by my profile.

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So drop it. Move on.
Right?

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But it kept triggering something in me.

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It touched my themes.
My values.
My balance between man and woman.
My fear of making mistakes.
Of going against my own principles.

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Can I trust myself?
Can I act without losing myself?

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And finally… I threw in the towel.

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I sent an email.

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Not dramatic.
Not seductive.
Just honest.

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“Hi brother. Is there something we’re meant to speak about?”

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And he answered.

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Soft.
Clear.
Respectful.

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And that alone already showed me something powerful:

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Men also go through processes.
After breakups.
After endings.
They need healing too.
They need time too.

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And my heart made a little jump.

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Because I saw it again -
I can recognize a good man.

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But then he wrote something that triggered me:

“There are definitely good men.
But you don’t look for them.
They find you.”

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And my first core reaction was:

“But you found me. You looked at my profile.”

 

Pause.

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Was that my ego speaking?
Or my truth?

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So I sat with it.

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Because in the theme of man and woman, I still hold a small fear.
Of doing it wrong.
Of stepping out of alignment.
Of losing myself in someone else’s presence.

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But here is what I realized:

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Yes — I am 100% convinced the right man crosses your path.
You don’t hunt him down.

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But…

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There must be openness.
Awareness.
Courage to look.
Courage to speak.

 

He took the first step.
I simply said hi to what showed up.

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That’s not chasing.
That’s participating.

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It doesn’t matter if this becomes relationship, friendship, brotherhood, or just a soul encounter.

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You cannot receive what you refuse to acknowledge.

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The Universe does not send a man on a white horse
to knock on your door
sitting on one knee
with a ring already in his hand.

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Sorry Disney.

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You have to feel.
Trust.
Act.
Respond.

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Participate in life.

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Because blessings don’t land in closed hands.

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And this was never about him.

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It was about me daring to trust my intuition

without betraying my values.

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That’s growth.

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That’s balance.

 

That’s the real love story.