From Seeking to Receiving, From Being an Option to Becoming the Choice

There was a time when I didn’t fully understand my own worth—when I thought love had to be earned, proved, or pursued. I didn’t chase with desperation, but I chased in quieter ways—by over-giving, over-explaining, over-staying. By making space for people who didn’t truly see me. By softening my truth just to be accepted, by shrinking my light to be understood.

But as I continue walking this sacred path of rediscovering myself—through solitude, stillness, intuition, and healing—I’ve come to one undeniable truth:

A woman who truly knows her worth doesn’t chase. She attracts.

Because her energy speaks before her words ever do. Her soul is her signature. Her presence is her power.

No Longer the Option, but the Choice

Somewhere along this journey, I made a silent vow to myself: I will never again be someone’s option. I will only ever be a conscious, chosen choice.

And when the time comes—when I finally meet the one I’ve been waiting for—I know in my soul that it won’t be about being “chosen” in the traditional sense.

Because I, too, will be choosing.

We will be choosing each other.

This love will not be about possession or perfection—it will be about recognition. About two souls who’ve walked lifetimes, finally meeting again, and remembering what they always knew:

“It’s you.”

A Soul Who Remembers Before I Do

I used to have a vague idea of my ideal man—tall, kind, someone with a warm smile. But I didn’t realize until later that I wasn’t just daydreaming about some fantasy. I was searching for someone my soul had already known.

There were moments in the past when I felt a strange attraction to certain people—not because of logic, but because of something unexplainable. Sometimes it was the way they smiled, or a fleeting glance that stirred something in my heart. I didn’t know why at the time, but now I do.

It was my subconscious remembering fragments of him—my destined one.

Even if I couldn’t see his face, couldn’t hear his voice, I carried an imprint of him deep within.

But each of those moments passed, each attraction faded—because my soul and heart always knew the truth: they were not him.

The more I’ve connected with myself, the more I’ve begun to understand who he truly is—not in form, but in energy. And even though I still can’t describe him in exact words, I know—in the quietest, clearest part of me—that I’ll recognize him the moment we meet.

Not with my eyes.

But with my soul.

A Sacred Love Written in the Stars

Some people may say I’m delusional, too dreamy, too romantic. That soulmates and twin flames only exist in movies or fairytales. But I’ve learned to trust the voice that speaks when the world goes quiet. I’ve learned to trust my higher self, the one who gently reminds me:

You are not imagining this. He is real. He is coming. And he’s been waiting too.

I believe in soul contracts—those sacred agreements made between two souls long before this life.

And I believe that he and I chose one another long ago.

Not once.

But again and again, across lifetimes.

We’ve met before, in other forms, other eras. We’ve loved each other in different skins, under different skies.

So much so that even the cosmos has remembered us. So much so that the universe has etched our story into the stars—our soul contract woven into the very fabric of the divine.

This time, we are simply returning. Remembering. Reuniting.

Preparing for a Love That Matches My Becoming

Until the moment we meet, I’m focused on becoming the woman I was always meant to be.

A woman who walks into a room quietly, yet whose presence is undeniable.

A woman whose strength lies not in how loudly she speaks, but in how deeply she feels.

A woman who is soft, radiant, intuitive—and no longer waiting to be chosen, because she has already chosen herself.

I’m learning to love myself not because I need to prove anything, not because I want to become “worthy” of him—but because I want to meet him whole.

I want to meet him as the version of me that is living fully, boldly, and beautifully.

Not for anyone else.

But for me.

Because this kind of love—the one written in the stars—is not rushed.

It’s not loud.

It’s aligned.

With grace, trust, and an open heart,

Seraphine Duong

So I wait. But I don’t wait with longing.

I wait with purpose.

I live. I evolve. I glow. I give.

Because I know now that love doesn’t arrive when you chase it—it arrives when you’re finally ready to receive it.

To the woman still healing, still hoping, still holding space for a love that feels like home—

Don’t lose faith.

The love you’re dreaming of is also dreaming of you.

And when it finally arrives, it will not be rushed, or forced, or questioned.

It will be known—deeply, soulfully, instantly.

Because it was always meant to be.