Maybe it’s the hopeless romantic in me—or maybe it’s the part of my soul that remembers something most people forget. As I continue walking this quiet but transformative path of self-discovery and reconnection with my inner child, I’ve found myself opening more to the whispers of the universe… and to love.

Not just any love—the kind of love that exists beyond logic or appearances. A love that feels like a soul returning home.

There are days when this journey feels surreal. As I deepen my intuition, sometimes fleeting moments and emotions rise within me that are hard to explain. Some are warm and exhilarating, others clouded by fear or doubt. But one thing I’ve learned through this sacred transformation is that in order to truly grow, I’ve had to shed the beliefs I once clung to—the stories built on logic, social norms, and “how things are supposed to be.”

I’ve had to learn how to leap. How to trust that quiet voice inside me, even when the world tells me I’m being unrealistic. And since the moment I chose to take that leap, my life has never been the same.

The Leap of Faith into the Unknown

There was a version of me—before this shift—who tried to protect herself by staying small. Who feared being too open, too soft, too hopeful. I once told myself it was better to love halfway than to risk breaking completely. I tried to be satisfied with the idea of a safe, conventional love. The kind you could find on a dating app or through a friend’s introduction. The kind that looked good on paper.

But each time I stepped back into my solitude, I felt the misalignment in my soul.

I’ve always been someone who lives through intuition. And with love, it’s even stronger. I can’t force connection. I can’t pretend to feel what my heart doesn’t. I can’t imagine building a life with someone who doesn’t truly see me—someone who doesn’t understand the quiet world within me, who only sees the version of me that’s been shaped to fit others’ expectations.

So I stopped trying to be “normal.” I stopped searching in places that never felt right. And instead, I turned inward—toward healing, dreaming, and trusting.

The Soul’s Whisper of a Destiny Partner

And as I grew closer to myself, something unexpected began to happen.

In peaceful sleep, I began to dream of someone. I don’t remember his face or voice—but I always wake with the feeling that I had met him before. That we belonged to each other. That he is both a familiar echo and an aching absence. The feeling lingers, like stardust still clinging to my heart even after waking.

At first, I thought it was just longing—a reflection of desire. But as I continued to awaken to the deeper rhythms of the universe, I began to believe that perhaps these dreams weren’t illusions, but invitations. That maybe my soul was connecting with his—out there somewhere, in the quiet corners of the world, walking a parallel journey.

Hope in the Time of Waiting

Most people might laugh at the idea of soulmates or twin flames. They’ll say it’s a fantasy—a story for movies or fairy tales. But I know what I feel. And I’ve come to understand that not all dreams are born from delusion. Some are messages. Some are glimpses of what’s possible when we trust that love doesn’t always follow society’s schedule or definition.

Maybe he, too, is on his own journey of reflection and inner growth. Maybe, like me, he is learning to listen more and fear less. Maybe we are already connected in ways neither of us can fully explain yet.

And if we do meet—when we meet—I believe we will know. Not with words. Not with instant fireworks or grand declarations. But with a quiet recognition. A deep knowing. A peaceful certainty in the soul.

Preparing to Be Loved by Becoming Love

So I wait—not in desperation, but in trust. I’m not just hoping to be chosen. I’m choosing myself first. I’m learning to love myself again, not in a surface-level way, but in the deepest, most sacred sense. I’m healing the parts of me that once felt unworthy of being truly seen. I’m slowly becoming the version of me that I would want my soulmate to meet—soft, radiant, intuitive, and full of love.

I don’t want a shallow love. I want a love that challenges and expands me. A love where I can lay down my armor and still feel safe. A love that sees through the layers and meets me at my soul.

Until then, I’ll keep walking this path. I’ll keep creating beauty within myself. I’ll keep dreaming, trusting, and listening. Because I believe the universe rewards those who live authentically, who believe in the unseen, and who choose love over fear.

With all my heart,

Seraphine Duong

Maybe the world doesn’t understand the way I love, the way I hope, or the way I wait. But I no longer need them to. I know now that my dreams are not too much. My heart is not too deep. My faith in soulful love is not naïve.

It’s simply the way I’m meant to live—and I’m learning to live it fully.