She’s better off single, not broken, not lonely Just chosen for silence where God speaks more boldly. Some hearts were distractions, some love came in chains,But heaven kept whispering there’s more to your name. She let go of hands that slowed down her climbing Because obedience costs comfort sometimes. Not everyone meant to walk where she’s going. Some were just lessons not part of the anointing. God’s calling her higher, away from the noise, Away from confusion disguised as a choice. She had to be still to hear Him say wait Purpose moves slow, but it never comes late. She’s single on purpose not lacking not small Just clearing the room for the weight of her call. What He’s building in her can’t live in between Half love and doubt and almosts and schemes. So if she walks alone let it be understood She’s not missing out she’s being renewed. God wouldn’t isolate her without a reason Elevation requires a different season. And when love finds he it’ll meet her aligned Not competing with God but honoring the divine. Until then, she stands steady, healed, and whole. Better off single, protecting her soul. 🕊️✨ ~butterfly ~

I keep loading chances into chambers that already know my name. Spin the cylinder anyway because hope has always been louder than fear. I place my heart on the table, felt still warm from the last loss, still beating like it doesn’t remember how close it came to stopping. Click. Another promise survives. I smile like I didn’t flinch. Click. Another red flag dressed as love. I tell myself, this time feels different. I’ve mastered the art of pretending that odds don’t apply to me, that faith alone can outshoot history, that my heart isn’t already scarred metal. But every pull leaves a bruise. Every near miss teaches my pulse how to brace for impact. Even silence sounds like a gunshot now. They say love is a risk but nobody warns you how addictive the adrenaline becomes when pain feels familiar. Still, I sit at the table. Not because I’m reckless but because part of me believes one chamber might finally hold peace. And maybe the bravest thing is knowing the danger,feeling the weight of the weapon,and one day choosing to set my heart down before it learns another way to bleed. ~butterfly ~

I owe you an apology for every time I stayed when my spirit was begging me to leave. I’m sorry for the nights I silenced your intuition just to keep someone else comfortable. forgive me for shrinking you, for dressing your pain in patience, for calling endurance love when it was survival. I apologize for the boundaries I didn’t enforce, the standards I lowered, the red flags I painted hopeful colors. I’m sorry for blaming you for what others chose to break, for questioning your worth instead of their intentions. I apologize for abandoning you to prove loyalty,for bleeding quietly so no one would call you difficult. But hear this I am learning how to choose you now. I am listening when you whisper, resting when you’re tired,walking away without explaining. I forgive myself for not knowing then what I know now. This is my promise I will no longer sacrifice you to be loved. I will protect you the way you always deserved. with grace, not guilt ~butterfly ~

The version of me that tolerated late replies,mixed signals,love that came with conditions she’s gone. She used to make excuses for disrespect, translate silence into hope,call bare minimum effort because she wanted to believe people meant well. She tolerated being misunderstood, being last,being almost chosen. She stayed quiet to keep peace and called it maturity while it slowly hollowed her out. That version of me explained herself too much,forgave too fast, and held space for people who never held her the same. She thought loyalty meant endurance. She thought love was patience even when it hurt. She thought staying was strength until staying started to feel like self betrayal. The version of me that tolerated confusion was tired of clarity. The version of me that tolerated inconsistency was starving for stability. The version of me that tolerated disrespect was afraid of walking away. But I met her in the mirror one day eyes heavy,spirit bruised, heart still beating despite everything. And I thanked her.For surviving. For carrying what she didn’t deserve. For loving when she didn’t feel safe. Then I let her go. Because this version she doesn’t tolerate. She chooses.She requires. She walks away the first time she feels small. She doesn’t beg.She doesn’t chase. She doesn’t stay where love has to be negotiated. You’ll miss the version of me that tolerated you. Because this one? She knows better And she’s not coming back. ~butterfly ~

I don’t chase. Not a man. Not a feeling. Not a friendship that only remembers me when it’s empty. I don’t fight to be loved,to be chosen, to be treated right because anything that’s real doesn’t need to be wrestled into staying. I’ve been through too much. Too many nights questioning myself. Too many times replaying conversations, wondering how I became optional to people I made a priority. Too many lessons dressed up as love, teaching me the same pain with a different face. I’m not allowing that cycle anymore. Not again.Not in a new body,with the same behavior and a different excuse. I had to stop no distractions,no blame, no pretending. I stood in front of the mirror and faced the one person I kept abandoning. And as I looked at myself tired but still standing,scarred but still soft I didn’t criticize. I admired. I respected the woman who survived what she never deserved and still didn’t turn cold. And I said to myself,out loud, so it would finally stick you know what? I don’t want to be nobody else. I’m done shrinking,done reshaping my heart to fit into spaces that were never meant for me. So now if somebody can’t love me correctly, that’s on them. I’m not explaining my worth,not proving my loyalty,not auditioning for a role I was already born to play. I choose peace over potential. Consistency over promises. Respect over attachment. I don’t chase.I don’t fight. I don’t beg to be seen. I stand still now and what’s meant for me will meet me there. ~butterfly ~